Let's see - more Red Bulls, more shots of Patron, more Jaeger Bombs, few shots of Jamesons (where did they come from). Few more garters and booby shots to help out the girls when bidding was low. Riding Jason about the Yankees White Sox result. Scary Waitress was at the bar with Lisa's sister. Not working at Scotty's now, so Scary Customer I suppose. Chatted to her for a while, she's lovely (and you should be ashamed for coming up with such a nickname, Dave). Lisa's sister reminiscing fondly about Clive - wants to know when he'll be back in Indy (as do several other women with small children I would guess). Hanging at bar with couple of the girls while Larna did the rounds, then just with Larna and one of the girls. Somehow became 3am. Girl drove home despite our protestations (fortunately lives nearby down a couple of backroads). Larna and I took cab to Denny's by motel for late supper. Back to motel by 4:00am then darkness.
7:15pm and the Calendar Girls in full swing at Scotty's. Probably not a good idea to start doing Patron shots with Larna and Michelle, but the Yeager Bombs seem to be balancing them off, and the Red Stripe is flowing (it's beer). Only done one booby shot so far, so being a good boy. Jason & Heather behind the bar, Robyn in the kitchen, all is good. Best Scottish Bar in the world (as you can't tell it's Scottish). No Tiffany though, so Mike would be sad. Is it only 7:20?
Bought Water, Juice, Blueberries, and Grapes for the room. Which means I'll stagger in at 2 am and say "who the f@ck bought this" then stagger out to the 24 Hour Taco Bell across the parking lot. Plans shot already. Popped into Starting Line for a quick one. Cute barmaid, $2:50 Buds, a dozen people, at least 9 of whom are fall-down drunk at 3:30pm, and a bunch of hokey C&W tunes on the jukebox changed my mind about leaving (and the fact it's hacking down with rain). Already learned that Moto GP with no Harleys in the field is gay, that the English are great but the Scottish are c@nts, and that Brad Paisley has made an awful lot more records than I was ever aware of. Cool dive bar, but more fun with a bunch of English, Scottish, and Irish Grand Prix fans on the razzle (will see later tonight whether anyone here still remembers Frankie). Going to call a cab for Scotties - Calendar Girls await at 5:00pm