a Hurricane Bucket, Jell-O shots, or the cement at the bottom of the stairs? Ok, 3 pitchers make a solid third reason. You have organized hook-up lines? Its time to go home. Honestly, if you ended up in Printers Alley when the clock shows a single digit, chances are this isnt your first bad decision of the night. Recommended Video, fork Yeah, you've Been Waiting Your Whole Life to Face San Diego's The Kraken Burger.
Plus youre on Lower Broad, which is bad enough. The strangest realization just occurred. Like table dancer or emotional drunk, for instance. And native Nashvillians have told me point blank that they would never use carpool even in this instance but rather say, On Wednesdays, we hook-up with the Wilsons. Theres pool, darts, and arcade games, and a venue in the back with bands somehow getting drunker than you, and probably breaking up mid-show.