So, last night, we arrived at our hotel and wanted to have a few drinks in the hotel restaurant while we worked out the rest of our paper. We loaded up our shit (computers, papers, notes, etc.), slogged out into the snow (in my Crocs, no less – BRRR!), and walked down to the restaurant.
And, it was closed.
Yes, closed … at 10 p.m. at night. A sports bar, closed before the basketball games were ever over. {Sigh} Well, we decided to walk over to the gas station next door and bought a six pack of Heinekein and brought it back to the hotel. Only, we didn’t have a bottle opener, so R. had to improvise. He managed to get the first two bottles opened by using the door knob. Yeah, we weren’t successful with the rest of the six pack. At one point, he actually busted the top of the bottle off into the cap!
And for the record, I was carded at the gas station, by a woman my age. Hysterical.
