Game Time!

I went to Dave and Buster's because it was close-by and I wouldn't get lost getting back to the hotel. It was crazy noisy from the arcade and music, but thankfully, the TV's in the bar area are close-captioned, so I didn't miss a thing.

I ordered a Walk The Plank (Captain Morgan Rum, Malibu Rum, Peach Schnapps, Bacardi 151, pineapple juice, orange juice and pomegranate syrup). Yum!

Now for food. I ordered an appetizer sampler, substituting Honey BBQ wings for the Buffalo wings. Seemingly easy, right?

Given the long-standing curse between me and restaurants, I was not surprised when it showed up with Buffalo wings.

To be polite (the polar opposite of how I am when my order is wrong), I pointed out to the waitress that they looked like Buffalo wings. She checked back with the cooks, who insisted they were the BBQ wings.

I take a bite to confirm what I already know. Yup, Buffalo wings.

She runs back to get me a side of honey BBQ wings, but ends up bringing me a whole new appetizer plate, despite the fact that most of the original appetizer plate (save the icky Buffalo wings) is gone. She is a goddess! I tip her accordingly.

At halftime, I ordered a Lethal Weapon , a six-layer shot consisting of (bottom to top), Midori, Cinnamon Schnapps, Rumple Minze, Jägermeister, Stoli and Bacardi 151. I was lured in by the claim that it "packs some serious heat". Despite the warning, it didn't really pack anything. I blame my high alcohol tolerance for the disappointment.

And right in the middle of halftime, the OC b*tches (my pseudo-affectionate name for spoiled, self-centered, Abercrombie and Fitch-clad sorority girls and frat boys) plopped themselves down at the table right next to me. The music wasn't loud enough to drown out their inane conversation, so after the end of the game, I sought refuge back at the hotel for the second game.

Tomorrow, I'll actually talk about the games!