Guys Weekend - Part 2

On Saturday July 5, the boyz woke up and headed to "The Biscuit" - a shack specializing in biscuits and all things that can be loaded onto a biscuit. Biscuits and gravy, chicken biscuits, plain biscuits, biscuits with jelly, sausage egg and cheese... you get the picture. It was delicious.

We then headed back to Reed's, where we killed the rest of the morning refining our Wii skills. In the early afternoon, we headed to the neighborhood pool to lay in the sun and play made up Frisbee keep-away games.

After cleaning up, we went to Taco Mac at Kennesaw St. and had an early dinner before heading down to watch the Braves get shellacked by the Houston Astros. Special thanks to Howie Avery for the tickets.

This is where the fun began... On our way home, Reed suggested we stop by "a little local haunt called Run-Around-Sue". The crew reluctantly agreed, and we headed for the Sue (or the "S", if you speak Atlantaese). Run-Around-Sue is no run of the mill joint; they have valet parking. After tossing the keys to Jim-Bob and Cooter, we headed for the door. At this point, Reed let's us know that he has never been to the Run Around Sue before. Reed really knows how to instill confidence in his friends.

When we reach Bubba, the bouncer, we find out there is a $5 cover charge. At this point, Reed feels that he may have made a mistake in taking us to this place, so he says "Alright, let's go." I persuade the group to stay since we have already paid for valet parking (sunk cost fallacy), and we hand over our collective $25 and head inside. At this point, I would like to prepare my readers for what is about to happen. Suffice it to say that this $25 was much more wisely spent than the $50 we burned the night before on fireworks that did not shoot over 6 feet high.

On the outer deck, it is open mic karaoke. Quite an eclectic collection of individuals. A white guy doing karaoke rap. But, we headed inside to the real fun.

Inside, rap and hip-hop cranked at 100+ decibels. A fat white guy in a recliner served as DJ, as he yelled incessantly over the music about nothing in particular. Occasionally, he would sing along with "Where my P-Party People At?" Sometimes, he would just yell at us to "(Expletive) Go to the Bar and get (Expletive) up!!!" We had a dance floor, with a disco ball, where the 40 year old women were "gettin' down". Of course, Reed took it upon himself to go dance with them at one point. I think Bill captured some good video footage that I am sure he would sell at the right price (Us Weekly is also bidding on the still photos from the video for their September Issue). Run-Around-Sue brings us to our Reflection for this Blog:


REFLECTIONS - Run-Around-Sue

Here are the top 8 things that you would NEVER hear uttered at Run-Around-Sue (there are actually 10, but only 8 are printable on a family-oriented blog):

8) This rap music really isn't loud enough

7) I wonder what inspired Flow Rida and T-Pain when they wrote the lyrics "Gah it was fly just like my Glock" in their critically acclaimed song "Get Low".

6) Bluetooth is not a fashion accessory - Perhaps someone should have actually said this one, as there were no less than 3 people walking around the dance floor and bar area with a Bluetooth in. Perhaps it helped drown out some of the music (or the DJ). Whatever the case, I can guarantee you that they were not able to have a phone conversation with everything going on around them (Verizon network or not).

5) These two guys dancing the "Superman" on top of that table are tremendous dancers. I'm surprised I have not seen them on "So You Think You Can Dance".

4) That DJ is really good, but he should talk more over the music.

3) Wow! That's an extensive beer selection.

2) Those girls are too skinny.

1) Could I please see your wine list.