On Saturday night in celebration of OboeKate’s (she’s OboeKate, I’m ViolaKate) 39th birthday, we went on an old fashioned pub crawl. I want to say something like, “I haven’t been on a pub crawl in X number of years…”, but the truth is, until Saturday I’d never been on a pub crawl. The pub crawl was new (and hilarious) territory.
On Allen St. in Buffalo there are probably twelve bars covering three blocks. I don’t think we hit every single one, but we came admirably close. In respectful deference to the long night ahead, I chose my poison carefully. I opted for Labatt’s Blue Light, Buffalo’s go-to cheap beer. This proved to be a very good choice indeed.
Here we are at the first bar. Perfectly sober and respectable.
I actually look pretty wasted in this picture. I’m not sure why. I guess I was just exuberant that night.
After Colter Bay, we headed over to Gabriel’s Gate. Nothing too interesting happened there. I think we were all just warming up to the idea of the crawl at this point. We’d all been at Gabriel’s many times, and no one felt compelled to photograph the experience.
Next up: Frizzy’s. Frizzy’s is an adorable name for a bar and I’d always wanted to go there, but in previous attempts I’d been deterred by the frat boys hanging out on the front landing. Not so on Saturday! We bravely trudged into Frizzy’s, and as expected, we were way older than the rest of the clientele. I did learn an important thing about myself in Frizzy’s, and that is that I no longer care what college kids think of me….at all. That was a pretty funny thing to discover, actually. We didn’t take any pictures there, but we did crawl into a photo booth and take one of those old fashioned strips of pictures.
After Frizzy’s we went to Sample and ate some tiny food (don’t ask), and we went to The Bend where we only stayed long enough for the smokers to smoke one cigarette.
Here we are looking fairly respectable still:
After The Bend, we crossed the street to some bar I don’t remember the name of but I really enjoyed. This is where the peak of the drunkenness occurred.
Looking slightly less respectable:
It was at about this time that Dinesh was expounding on the hotness of the St. Pauli girl, and I was telling the story about the time a soft spoken surgeon-to-be took a liking to me while I was living in Philly and OH MY GOD I SHOULD HAVE MARRIED THAT GUY.
We decided we needed some food. And not tiny food like they serve at Sample. We needed regular sized, greasy food. So we headed to New York Pizza.
New York Pizza is the only good pizza in town. The good news is that it really is tasty.
After New York Pizza we were all feeling a whole lot better as you can tell by this picture:
I really like how these pictures degenerate as the evening wears on. At this point we lost a few members of the crew. Dinesh, Jenn, and Dan took off like a bunch of weenies. Shieh-Jian, Kate, Ron, Ed and I soldiered on to a scuzzy gay bar where we took this oddly good picture. Look at how glamorous OboeKate looks!
And that’s when I bailed, but these crazy bitches went to The Old Pink and they ate breakfast at the Towne Restaurant. Impressive.
I wouldn’t recommend the pub crawl as a weekly activity, but it was definitely super fun with this crew. Due to my excellent pacing of the Blue Lights and food throughout the night, I wasn’t even hung-over the next day! Aren’t I a genius?
Happy Birthday OboeKate!