Oh, And One More

11. Xanadu

The official ruling was made last night that as long as 2 captains were at a bar, it counts. Well while Elliot was working on his bartender (did he tell you he turned her down at the end of the night?), JK and I hit one more club: Xanadu. You see, the theme for the evening, besides sports team shirts, was apparently following around a group of drunk pilots' wives. JK had some kind of plan, so we pulled up a chair and watched the show. It was quite entertaining, especially with the strategically placed stripper pole in the middle of the dance floor that the girls took advantage of. Some big goon gave me a bear hug in the bathroom because he thought my Calgary Flames shirt was a Philadelphia Flyers shirt (how drunk was he?). I calmly pointed out his error, then asked if he was an Eagles fan. He said yes, and I mentioned something about how the Giants were going to kick the Eagles asses this year. Then he shouted some profanity, raised his arms, and drooled a bit like a typical Filthadelphian. That, coupled with the fact that some meatheads had now blocked my view of stripper pole, meant it was time to go. Good luck to JK!