Last week Hubs and I spent a Friday afternoon together. No work. Sans children. Not one “to do” around the house. (Well, there were some, but we ignored.) We chose to see a movie that didn’t include animation, talking animals, or mythological creatures. I’d been wanting to check out The World’s End after hearing it discussed in a film class at my writers’ conference. And who doesn’t love the idea of old friends getting together for a pub crawl?
The movie was interesting. I LOVED the idea of old friends getting together to finish a pub crawl they abandoned in their last high school hoorah. The alien robot part was “meh”. However there were some really funny pieces and overall it was entertaining. The moment we exited the theater I start in with “How hard is it to finish 12 pints in a night? They had all those hours to do it?”
Hubs and I head over to our town’s Irish pub and have a 4:30pm dinner to reminisce the movie’s idea. The pub crawl idea goes back and forth as I knocked back a couple. Then there’s a text sent out to my bestie about joining us. Before we knew it, we were going on a pub crawl.
With two pints down, the second place and third pint brought smiles. There is still sunshine in the background. We also discover my bestie hates beer. This might be a problem.
Pub #3 is actually a place where they sell beer by the can. We hoped Angry Orchard might be a good substitute.
We continue with pub #5 not really being a pub either. It’s a strip club. The only one we have in town. The boys thought it was hilarious for us to go in. A small town strip club at 6:30pm is a sad sight. I’ll save you from the picture.
Moving on to pub #6. This is a beer only place. They even give samples. We’re still feeling pretty good. Maybe a little crazy, but still good. I’m seven pints in and still thinking “How hard is this?”
#8 brings more cocktails for the others and one more pint. This looks like an easy enough picture, but it took about ten takes.
At #9 we played a little game of match the drink up with the person. Mine’s easy. This place is a little music bar. The opening act was described by bestie as “a bad Elliott Brood.” The highlight was Hubs busting out in a dance and trying to find a partner. It was so funny, some guy pulled out his camera phone to record it. I’m going to guess it’s on Youtube somewhere.
It’s around this time, 11:00pm to be precise, that I start to get a little worried about the fact I have to be up at 6:00am to drive ten hours to pick up my children from their vacation with Grandma. It doesn’t keep me from keeping the course. #10 comes with some food and another emptied pint.
I think in this picture you can see the wear on my face. Or maybe better described, the haze in my eyes. The clock struck midnight and encouraged us to get to that last place if I had any hopes of finishing the crawl.
#12 was a dive bar known for the Indie crowd. Hubs was most proud of the fact he scored himself a free beer from a guy who witnessed his crazy dance at pint #10. I was most pleased with the fact I finished it with a smile still on my face.
Learned in this crawl was twelve pints over a night was doable. Better decision making would’ve told me not to do it the night before a long drive. When the alarm went off at 6:00am, those twelve beers turned over in my stomach for five hundred miles. I wished in those moment the World’s End aliens would blank me out too.
For days after I couldn’t hear the words “Pub Crawl” without gagging. Even though underneath I still loved the draw from walking around with friends with a drinking purpose. Each place and each new pint brought a different conversation. We spent hours talking about everything and nothing. We enjoyed each other’s company like it was our last night of high school. In the end, isn’t this what a pub crawl is all about?