I was reading 5K’s page, which incidentally has another caption contest up, and discovered I missed a trip to Rum Runners. It makes me a little homesick to hear about people having fun in places I used to spend a lot of time at. Though still slightly tainted from a certain incident involving a certain crazy girlfriend, Rum Runners holds some of my favorite bar memories. I spent the evening of my 21st birthday there, drinking beer and leaning against the back wall with Bryan, Sarah and Mark. How sick is this? I remember that I was wearing black man-clogs, a mysterious pair baggy khaki pants I had found in my laundry and a PacMan ringer that the bouncer made me tuck in. That night I found myself on the little stage holding a giant, blue, glow in the dark dildo while the piano players sang “He’s got the whole world in his hands.” I seem to remember sucking candy off of a strange woman’s shirt too? Possibly the best aspect of Rum Runners is that it seems to be THE place for bachelorette parties. Good times. It was also the first bar I was kicked out of, though I maintain it was not my fault as I was plenty sober and definitely not the guy in the group who vomited all over the back stairs. In an unrelated incident, it was also the first place I was threatened to be kicked out off. Again, not my fault; I wasn’t the one who fell off his barstool. Most importantly, Rum Runners was the safe heaven when I wanted a good night out without having to put up with frat boys or sorority girls. It was also the first place I bought a girl a drink. Plus the music. Did I mention the music? It’s hard to beat dueling pianos. Especially when the deaf guy is playing because, come on he’s deaf… and he plays a wicked piano.

P.S. It's also where I learned the Hand Jive and the hand motions to Joker.