The food was mediocre and the service pretty much sucked, but that's not really why we went, now was it? Here, the ladies (and CutePaul) enjoy one of many drinks:
Amanda and I are children, so when I discovered this picture on my camera, I laughed and laughed like a freaking idiot:
It's a P33N! (that's internets speak for "penis")Tucker won a gorgeous, too-good-to-be-true necklace from the claw game. We took bets on quickly Lauren's skin would turn green:
We soon became quite enamored of this game. It shoves coins around and sometimes they fall and you win tickets! It is addicting and rigged, and is the reason I can never go to Vegas:
Joshy and I escaped the mind-controlling powers of the coin game to play some other shit game hidden against the wall. I don't know what I did, but I hit the jackpot on the first try. 400 tickets, bitches!
All winnings were given to Shane to purchase prizes. They were amazing, obviously:
A fingertip mouse. Awesome.
Apparently, it's still 1995 at Dave and Busters.
I think that these are blow-up sumo wrestlers. Clearly a first choice.
Ah. Escape. We were in a mall at midnight, and we couldn't. get. out. We snuck through a service corridor into the parking lot. We were stealth-like.
Horribly blurry, I know, but the old man behind Shane and Gabe looks like a ghost. Like he wasn't really there but showed up in the picture! Bwa ha ha ha!(Okay, he was really there. I also think that he got off the metro a stop too early just to avoid our drunken shenanigans.)
Happy Birthday Shane! One year closer to death!
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