Browned Out

Place: The Space room/Tanker
Date: November 6, 2009
People: Blair, Sasha, Cecily, Dagny, Krystal, Ima

After another epic night, we decided we needed something to chronical our "special" moments. Since not everyone can always remember all the events that took place, we like to spend the next morning rehasing and putting together the pieces. These are the pieces we have from that night---the rest of the pieces are still missing....

Our night began, as always with some prefunking, which oddly enough, never counts when tallying the amount we drank the night before. Then we headed off to the Space room. Its a very retro bar on 39th and Hawthorne. It was our first time there, and we had been told by many to have the Space Punch. Without hesitation, or even questioning what Space Punch is composed of...we all paid the $7 for the magic goblet of alcoholic goodness (Cecily opted for a Vodka Cran, she was able to remember how she got home). This one goblet sent all of us into our demise that night. The Spaceroom is a very laid back place, and not really someplace we would recommend if hooking up is in your plans for the evening. We had just decided to kill our drinks when a huge group of single guys walked through the door...and at that point....the night had the potential to get interesting. We invited the table of guys over, committed to a few more rounds at the Spaceroom, and tried to play it cool while beginning to brown out. We realized the next morning that we had started the brown outs at the Space room with some photographic evidence that none of us remember posing for or taking. Blair really committed, and had to time out in the bathroom for a little puke and rally session. Evenutally it was time to bounce, and we opted for a bar across the street called the Tanker (www.tankerpdx.com).

Tanker is your usual dive bar with a happy hour until 8pm every night. They have really cheap drinks, free popcorn, and best of all a really really hot bartender...Jeff T. Jeff T. is the reason we decided to ditch the dudes from the Spaceroom who had invited us back to their house, and run across the street to finish off the night at the Tanker. Dagny especially wants to have Jeff T.'s babies, so it seemed very important to immediately ask him if he has a girlfriend. He does, her name is Amber, she has a kid (fuck that shit). Dagny did not hesitate to call Amber a whore, out loud, infront of Jeff T. Then it became suddenly important to demand free popcorn. Two bowls of it. Blair asked Jeff T. if she could call him Chip, he said no, she said what if I call you Chip for Life, and he said, only if you call me Chip for Life everytime. She did. Without hesitation. While Blair was making up names for Jeff T., Sasha was getting to know the guy next to her at the bar. It turned out the guy next to Sasha was the owner of the Tanker, and after finding this fun fact out, Sasha felt compelled to start giving him a noogie. Sasha shared with Krystal that guy next to her was the owner, so they demanded he let Jeff T. take tequilla shots with them while he was working. Krystal then begged owner to let her dance on the bar. The dive bar. He deflected the decision to Jeff T., who was not opposed but alas Krystal did not end up dancing on the bar. After some unnecessary tequilla shots, and Dagny's quick trip outside "to puke just a little" Dagny and Krystal became determined to play Big Buck Hunter. Unfortunately they were both too drunk to figure out how to play Big Buck Hunter, and ended up putting a lot of money into the machine to no avail. When they finally gave up they realized they had lost Sasha (Blair and Ima took a taxi just before the tequilla shots, and Cecily drove home after the Spaceroom). Jeff T. finally pointed Sasha out, who was asleep in a corner booth...by herself.

After making it back to a house (not remembering how the next morning) Sasha and Krystal thought it would be a really good idea to drunk dial Bill.......about 8 times. (They both had been drunk texting him all night). Sasha used to like Bill until he turned into the worlds biggest douchebag, so Krystal left him several messages emphasizing how big of a douchebag he really is. Before each message, there was option to replay your voicemail before you decided to send it, which they did all 8 times. Finally it was time to pass out. Waking up the next morning, Sasha and Krystal were still wearing the clothes from the night before, Dagny tried with some pijamas but they ended up on and inside out.

Blair and Ima took a taxi home, spoke Spanish the entire way with Carlos who drove them through the Taco Bell drive-thru since they told him they'd buy his food. After scarfing the delicious goodies from tb, they went to sleep. In the morning Ima woke up to Sasha and Dagny 'knocking' on the door. After the four of them put together their stories, Blair realized that her facebook status had been changed to "see my boob" at about 4am...she was asleep.

The events of this blog were pieced together with ALOT of collaboration, receipt comparison, and call logs.

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