I looked forward to this drive for about 2 weeks, so when this glorious day came about I was pumped! The bars were going to be awesome, the weather was a little bit warmer, and we had 2 new members added to our group. Everything was perfect! We all met at my house at 7:00 pm to pre-game this awesome event. I decided that rum was going to be my poison that night, so I pounded down a bottle of rum, got in to our designated driver's drunk bus and headed down the pike towards Dive heaven!
We started the night off at Gleason's Place in Franklinville, New Jersey. When we walked in I immediately realized that this bar was packed with mostly middle aged people. There was a band playing on the dance floor, people sitting at tables and standing at the bar. As soon as we got to the bar Matt bought the group a shot. I don't know what it was, but despite Nicole telling me not to take it because I was going to throw up...I took the shot.
LIGHTS OUT!
The next thing I remember is waking up alone in the back of the drunk bus, and reaching for the door handle so I could throw my guts up in the parking lot. As I was violently vomiting everywhere I was able to read the word "Devones" apparently my friends were in that bar. I tried to get out of the bus to go in but my body didn't like that idea and I began vomiting again.
LIGHTS OUT!
The next thing I remember is waking up in the back of the drunk bus as we pulled in to Geets in Williasmtown NJ. I immediately noticed a guy laying on the sidewalk vomiting. A part of me wanted to lay on the sidewalk and vomit with him, a part of me wanted to climb in to the ambulance that was called for him so I to could have charcoal poured down my throat to end my pain. But I didn't lay on the sidewalk, and I didn't climb in the the ambulance. I simply told my friends to go inside and leave me in the bus. Nicole was refusing to go, but after 10 minutes of begging her to go away so I could puke, she tilted my head to the side and went in to the bar. I threw up about 5 more times.
LIGHTS DIM.
The alcohol was no longer in my body. It was now spewed down the black horse pike and I started to feel better. Joe came out to the car and gave me a pep talk, then I fell asleep. I woke up with the craving for a cigarette, it was then that I knew that I had come back to life! I smoked a cigarette, wiped the dried puke from my face (and neck) and walked in to Geets where all of my friends were waiting.
Geets is defiantly a great local hang out spot. Its a Diner/ Sports bar so its really convenient! There were a lot of cougars. Yep...that's all I remember about that bar.
A Dive drive will be scheduled soon so we can re-visit these bars; I will not be pre-gamming with rum the next time. Please stay tuned for a more accurate, pukeless blog about the bars we will visit along the black horse pike.
