I guess you can say that I enjoy going out. But anything that has the word “dollar” in front of it just warms my heart. It’s like stealing in NYC if you get dollar beers. I know they do it all over, but so does the bar that’s right next to my house. I like the 20 foot walk to heaven. Let me tell you, dollar brews on 51st are WAY different from dollar brews on 109th. Just sayin’.

So I go over with my roommates one night, just meet up with a few friends. Quiz night/ dollar beers/ karaoke 10 – close. Boom. Between 5 of us we ended up crushing 51 beers. Even if they were under the normal price of 5 bucks, at $4 a piece that would have cost us over $200. Yet, $51 bucks gets us loaded. Awesome.

Of course I need to grab a picture of this statement just so I know that 51 beers in the matter of like 2 hours isn’t too shabby. One of the girls I’m with is like “ohh you gotta send me that pic!“  like a typical chick. I hand her my phone and say “ok go ahead put in your number and I can send it to you“. See what I did there.

What happens? She puts in the wrong number. Who doesn’t know their own number? This chick. Naturally when some random person texts me back I decide to let em’ know whats good.

The pic below is the bill, and the text message conversation below is the result of the wrong number.

I’m the green, aka “Steve”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stay hot, stay up. HAPPY WEEKEND.
Don’t talk to strangers. Unless they give you candy. That’s how you know they are nice people.