So this is where the night really begins. We met up with Ben. He watched the game at the Cat's Cradle b/c he was cruising an out of town lady friend. (His cruising efforts paid off...) He met us in the parking lot in front of Time Out. We hugged and jumped up and down...and then decided we'd get tanked.
The upstairs of the wine bar was closed, so we ventured downstairs. They charged us a cover and just so happened to be out of all of the cheap beer, so we had to un-slum it and get non-bud products. I told the loser door man that he was price gouging and I was going to report him to the Better Business Bureau. I thought it was pretty darn funny, but he didn't.
We watched the rest of the celebration...and got tanked in the process.