Part Deux

Sunday January 15

Nothing starts a second half of a trip much like a breakfast burrito. Lindsey took the initiative in making these wonderful treats, which started the day out on a wonderful note. Once we were fully nourished all of us headed to downtown Ft. Worth to watch the Steelers-Colts game at a bar called "The Pour House" (Pun absolutely intended). After around 30 minutes, Tim and Lindsay left Sean, Greg and I to go and actually be productive, as Tim went to his LSAT prep course, and Lindsey back to her apartment. I can't blame them, as this game presented them with the perfect opportunity to actually get stuff done while the three of us were in town visiting. We watched the exciting game (In which Greg almost pooped his pants as Jerome Bettis fumbled on the 1 yard line) and drank around 4 beers each, while eating some nachos and chicken fingers. The bill....$42. I could have seriously had 5 beers in NYC and paid that much, I love Texas.

After wandering the streets of downtown Ft. Worth for around an hour, Greg, Sean and I made the short walk back to Lindsey's apartment to meet up with the other 2 and start off the evening. Our destination= The Ft. Worth Stockyards.

The Stockyards are a place that I would classify as a "must see" to any visitor to the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. On this glorious stretch of blocks there is a rodeo, dozens of cowboy type bars, and a ton of western shops. While it has the potential to be very seedy, it is not, and it was well worth the effort to treck on down there.

For dinner we went to a very cool Mexican place, which really would be an ideal first date place if one lived in Ft. Worth. Wile the name of the place escapes me right now, it was a mix of indoor and outdoor seating, that was both rustic and charming at the same time. The only problem I had with this place is that it exposed one of my great weaknesses.......Endless free chips. My favorite Mexican restaurant in Connecticut (Senor Panchos) also has this same setup, and it is the death of me. At this Mexican restaurant we were at, the free chips were flowing, and all five of us were devouring them. By the time our dinners came, not one of us even finished 75% of our massive entrees, and we all suffered from a debilitating symptom, which made drinking afterwards a tough task. This symptom.....the dreaded food coma.

As we all laid around Lindsay's apartment after dinner, watching the Spanish Channel on TV (which seems to me as the same quality of acting as a porno, without the sex scenes) all of us were in a bind. Our last night all together for at least a few months and the dreaded coma lingered. What were we to do????? As usual Tim came to the rescue and showed his natural born leadership abilities. He proposed an easy drinking game in which we drank every time we heard certain key words in the songs we were blasting form the CD player. Now this game began slowly, but as we drank a few, all of us started to come out of our comas and get much more lively. At this point Greg mentioned the grand drinking tradition called "Slapping the Bag", which was one that led to an array of inebriated nights throughout college. Tim again took control and recommended we start up a round of bag slapping, and luckily for us there was a container of unopened boxed wine at our disposal. Lindsey, who had never before partaken in this tradition looked at all of us like we were psychotic alcoholics, but nonetheless succumbed to the fun of this tradition. Tim had us all slap the bag in a certain "batting order" so we each took about 5 turns, and became very rowdy in the process. Lindsey left us after her second turn, as she couldn't deal with how insane we as a collective group were. Now if this previous paragraph doesn't make a lick of sense to you, next time we are hanging out together, and we have boxed wine at our disposal ask me about "slapping the bag". I guarantee you will love this game, and you will also have a wine hangover the next morning.

Monday January 16

We finished up our trip in a very laid back fashion, as we went back to the Ft Worth Stockyards in the morning and watched some Longhorns march down the street, and ate some lunch. We spent our last few hours together playing the bar version of shuffleboard (so much fun may I add) in Lindsey's apartment complex, before we packed up our bags for the airport. At the airport Sean and I had a few beers, while Greg departed back to Washington on his fligh about an hour before we did. Overall this is my favorite vacation I have taken since Spring Break 2005, and I was totallt bummed out about it being over when I went back to work on Tuesday.