Pirates, Wenches & School Girls A Dream Theme For This Crew
I was buzzed at the first bar.
Actually let me correct that – I was buzzed before the first bar.
Rum tends to do that to a pirate.
I was on a pirates and wenches (and school girls; hey I don’t get the connection either but who’s going to argue when girls push up their boobs and put their hair in pigtails?!) limo party bus pub crawl in Los Angeles.
Did I mention rum?
When I get on a party bus I’m not organizing, I always bring along my own booty. That way, I never have to wait to get a drink and I always drink what I like. That’s a PubClub.com party bus tip for you.
So I had my rum. And more rum. The first bar was an hour trip and heck, when you’re on a party bus, live in the moment!
The bars were in downtown LA – the host works for AB InBev and we visited some of his accounts – and as I was assessing the single girls situation I encountered a very cute blonde named Margarita.
I’m a sucker for cute blondes so I went over to her like a pirate ready to put a wench over his shoulder and take her on board the ship.
But there would be no Margaritaville for The Nightlife Blogger on this night, for she decided that tequila and rum don’t mix and fired so many cannon shots into my side that I sunk like a buccaneer off the Carolina coast.
But hey – damn the torpedoes full speed ahead!
I got torpedoed again, and this was a self-inflicted wound. Us pirates like our rum and, well, what can I say, I had more rum.
We visited four bars (I think!). One had a really cool photo booth of sorts, a police lineup. Needless to say you pile 30 drunk people off a bus and present this to them in a bar and you can just imagine what we did our entire time in this place. Pose for silly pictures!
Our last stop was a strip club. Yes, a strip club. (And I must say for the most part our girls were better looking than the ones working; I was halfway expecting men to approach them to ask for lap dances!)
Now I’m not much for strip clubs myself. I always wind up paying more attention to the waitress than the dancers and this night was no different; our server was a stunner with the beautiful name of Amira. Turns out she has a beauty blog, lookingthruamira.com – hey a fellow blogger!
I drank beer and watched in quiet amazement at the scene taking place in front of me. I mean here it was a Saturday night in Los Angeles and a couple dozen men were in sitting in chairs watching girls take off their tops on a stage. It’s not exactly my scene but I made a new friend in Amira so it worked out for me.
At some point – and who was keeping track of time at this point!? – we made our way back to the “ship” (the bus). And as is always the case with a party bus, not as many people were on it at the end as there were at the beginning; one girl apparently didn’t make it beyond the first bar and our host kindly arranged transportation for her to get home.
I made one final rum drink but was wise enough to only sip and not gulp it. I had mentally lowered the mainsail and tossed out the anchor and when we pulled back into port (so to speak), I and the rest of the crew headed to our homes for some badly-needed rest.
The next day, I could tell when everybody started to awaken from this fun adventure. At about 10:30, there were one or two posts of pics on Facebook, a few more started to appear at noon and by about 1, pretty much everyone had chimed in with pics or comments.
PubClub.com would like to thank the host for putting it together because it was a blast, like a cannon blast coming out of a pirate ship.
Cheers!
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