I went out with some people at work last night to happy hour at Kildare's.
Mike Georgeff had invited me. It was good to come out and see some people I work with in a social setting. I like that my job is like that. There are forty-year olds I can hang out with, but there are also a bunch of people my age I can hang out with as well.
Justin Buchanan, Bruce Dennis, and Lee-Ann camefrom GHR, and some of Mike's friends came out as well. Adam Fortuno was supposed to come out, but I had heard he had a medical emergency with his family, so I understand that. Steve Mullen, who left GHR shortly after I joined, was supposed to show, too. Don't know what happened to him. I also got to meet and hang out with Cliff (one of Mike's friends), who as it turns out, is the son of the Schuylkill Township Police Dept.'s Sergeant Cliff. Dude! But he was a cool dude. Lee-Ann's husband (whose name I don't currently remember) showed up and hung out with us for a few hours.
This was my first time at Kildare's. The first thing one should know about Kildare's in King of Prussia is,
you can't get there from here. If you're coming down 202 North, well it's on the Southbound side so you have to get in the far left lane at North Gulph Road and flip a U-ie into the place. For a Thursday night, the place was packed. The free valet parking was good fortune, though. The line was so freakin' long, though. All the way out of Kildare's out in front of patio.com, all the way out to North Gulph Road in one direction and all the way back out to 202 South in the other. It took me like a half hour just to get in and I was still only the second one there, after Mike.
Kildare's was pretty cool. Definitely a step above dive. You know, shit on the walls and shit. Live music. There was a guy playing a solo acoustic set. He wasn't terrible. He was actually a very good guitarist, but his song selection was just putting me to sleep. There was a very Bill-Chott-in-The-Ringer-esque looking fellow who just walked onstage and just started playing the tambourine. Dude, this guy took his job
waaaaay too seriously. He had one Michael Jackson glove, you know, to protect his tambourine hand from injury. :| I'm not even sure he was actually part of the act, but he played that tambourine all night, with some soul. :|
I paced myself pretty well. We all know how out of control I can get. I started with a couple of lagers. Shortly I moved to the amaretto/rocks. I was starting to feel myself after a while, so I slowed down. That Buchanan kid can drink. He had like 4 Guinness' and a carbomb in the span of like an hour and fifteen minutes. After a couple of hours, we all started moving to the $2 well drinks. They were cheap and get you fucked up almost just as quickly as top shelf. Rum & cokes for everyone!
Georgeff was fuckin funny after gettin some drinks in him. At first, he was like, "This guitarist is putting me to sleep." A few drinks later, "He's not that bad." A few more, "This is a great guitarist!" After a couple hours he was like, "This guy is the shit!" Later, when the DJ came on (around midnight), he just couldn't resist dancing. I just sat ther watching his skinny white butt bust a move. Though we got pissed at the DJ because in the middle of playing Sublime - What I Got, his fucking cd started skipping. Man, fucked up our drunken groove.
We had a good time. The $2 well drinks did us in, I think though. We were there drinking until about 1 in the morning. Well, at least I was. I couldn't drink anymore and not be fucked up the next day at work. I had to leave. As I hear, Mike and Cliff closed the place down. We were all a little concerned about how Mike was going to get home.
I had to take Mike to pick up his car this morning from Kildare's. Evidently, he rode home with Cliff (who was also phucked up) and took his wife's car in the next morning.
Labels: Bars, Night life, Work