I've seen a lot of crazy things in 35 years, many of which were in the DC club scene. Tonight, however, was a new level of comedy that if I hadn't seen it, I really wouldn't have believed it.
Matt and I went to Murphy's Arms Pub here in Orlando to visit our buddy Gareth. We then went across the street to Buffalo Wild Wings. After some obligatory medium boneless wings and coke (thanks Katie for the great service, by the way), we headed back over to Murphy's. That's when the insanity started.
The almost empty bar we had left an hour prior was now filled with a bus load of 20-something Brits, mostly ladies, and all dressed like Where's Waldo. That's red and white stripes, black glasses, and all. There had to be 30-50 of them. Then they started singing Dolly Parton songs like 9 to 5 and Jolene. One gal sauntered up to Matt and I, offered me some of her beer and then said how she liked American men...then wandered off to kiss some random guy with white hair and a resemblence to Billy Idol. Yes sports fans, the lady in the pigtails was hammered, but at least she was cordial. I skipped the lady's beer offer in the name of Designated Driver tonight.
Needless to say, Matt and I sat in awe as the guys of the group watched the Futball (Soccer for the unaware) match, and screamed obscenities. A gal named Sammie later explained that every so often, this was a theme event and a way to blow off steam after a days work in the park industry. Hey, points for creativity.
Bonkers indeed, but had a good time with those folks and hope to see them again. Also a great story worth sharing. Yep, you just can't make this stuff up folks. ;)
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