Winchester, Va.

The key is to hang by the beer tent nearest the exit and people that are leaving will hand you their tickets. Free beer = my kind of party.

 

The only problem about hanging around the exit is that you're closest to the inevitable redneck fights that break out. One year I saw I guy smash one of the custom glasses on a toothless dude's head. Good times all around.

 

I strung (stringed??) a story for that paper a long time ago when one of their teams came to my town. Come to think of it, I never got my check.

There are worse places to live.

 

Any of you guys ever party at Gable's just across the line in W.Va.? It was pathetic but it was the only club around outside of DC. We would barhop in Winchester and then if things were still going good make the trip to Gable's at about midnight ... interesting times, interesting times.

 

Gay balls? haha. That place is wack, although they did have the Outback Sand Bar with the beach volleyball pit. It's all about Legz and Legz Platinum. Oh yeah, and don't forget about Vixens. That's some high quality shit.

 

Legz et. al. apparently arrived after I left. Gable's was good in that's where all the girls wanted to go because there was a dance floor.

 

Up until a few years ago, Gable's was definitely a decent place. I think it's gone downhill because of too many fights and underage drinking.

How about Piggy's right down the road? You ever dare step foot in that place?

 

Hell. No.

 

Jesus, W-B. I nearly dropped a deuce when I saw your avatar. haha.

I won't deny it. I've been to Piggy's. It was everything you'd expect it to be: an endless supply of PBR and rednecks trying to dance to Justin Timberlake. Fascinating.

 

Me and our mutual friend sometimes went to that country western place in Front Royal cuz it was near his house ... it was sometimes like that.

What's funny is I have an easier time remembering those drinking establishments by the girls I made out with there and I do their actual names (the bars, that is, not the girls ... though the girls names are a bit hazy as well.)

 

Good 'ol Front Rawl. Went to the bowling alley there once and they had a kick-ass beer contraption. It was like a three-foot-tall tube of beer with an open top (for the ice pack) and a tap at the bottom. I think we figured out it held something like 10 or 12 beers for like $7. Watching people try to carry that thing back to their table cracked me up.

 

I've never ever seen more whispy mustaches than I did in Front Royal on a few occassions. The population there is on crack, I believe.