In my first Chicago post a couple weeks ago, I mentioned that there may have been an unsettling evening in my past involving a piano bar. I thought it might make a good “Wandering Wednesday” post, and for the most part, a picture is worth a thousand words.
These pictures take us back to Seattle, March 2007, Hillary’s bachelorette party.
That’s me. On the piano. How did I get there? Well, aside from climbing up there… Let’s just start from the beginning, okay?
It all started very innocently, with this:
A blow up doll. That morning I went (gasp) with my Mom to a porn store to get a few supplies for the party. And that is what we came out with. Along with fur leopard handcuffs to attach him to the blushing bride. At some point he acquired the name of “Juan.” Here we have Juan with Hillary and Amy on the way to Chopstix, the piano bar:
Juan drew a lot of attention from everyone. I believe this is a random pedestrian we met while walking to Chopstix:
And here we have an innocent bystander as Juan makes a trip to the Men’s room. Hey, when you gotta go, you gotta go.
Here are all the party animals:
I think this might be the beginning of my downward spiral:
Or maybe it started with the “red headed slut” shots:
Anyshot. Here is the utter chaos that ensued:
(That cake is exactly what you think it is. In my defense, I had nothing to do with purchasing it!)
(This prevert was dancing with us all night. We couldn’t figure out if he liked us, or Juan?)
After Chopstix, the girls and Juan went to a karaoke bar. I went to the karaoke bar too, but was soon asked to leave. Something about they won’t let you lay down in their bathroom. Like how was I supposed to know that?
Amazingly, I do have one picture of Juan at the karaoke bar:
I wonder where he got those panties?