Passing out at The High Life Lounge

Brittany came over and we three went to meet Ryan and his brother at House of Bricks. We had to leave there soon to meet their drunk friend from Minneapolis who walked from there to the High Life Lounge.  He was beyond drunk and we had to go babysit him.  The three of them started drinking at around 3pm because the HOB had a “beer olympics” going on where they competed against other teams at various “sports” while drinking.

Most of the shots were taken at High Life Lounge, a retro 70’s bar in downtown Des Moines.  The service at the bar was more horrible than usual.  There were usually 10 people waiting for a drink at a time while 1 bartender took his sweet time.  Stop trying to get rich off of us and add a second bartender on weekends.

Just after we arrived I went to wait in line to order.  Eventually the herd of people ahead of me were served and it’s my turn.  I asked what beers are on tap and the bartender handed me a menu, moved on to someone else, and never came back to me.  They only have a few beers so he could have easily just said it.  He continued to serve person after person, while I was staring his way, giving him the “I’m ready” signal.  After waiting and waiting I tried to get his attention by mentioning that I’m ready.  Still no response.  Luckily a very friendly waitress noticed my frustration and was nice enough to submit my request for a beer to the bartender.  Not long after, she lifted my order off the counter, turned 90 degrees, and handed me the beer.  

Because of their horrible customer service, I avoid this place at all costs.  The only time I’m caught here is if I can’t convince other people to go elsewhere.  This bar is an absolute downer every time we’ve been there.

 Cherish is getting ready to go out.  “Just another two hours and I’ll be ready”

 Brittany got here, it took a little while because it was snowing and she has shitty low profile tires.  Now we’re ready to go.

 Race to the bat mobile.  …I lost.

 Here’s a random shot over the table. I’m not sure if Cherish or I got this one. Apparently these people knew they were getting photographed. At least two of them were looking straight at the camera.

Very catchy shirt: “Wanted: meaningful overnight relationship.”  Love it!

 A bad shot of some of the nostalgic ’70’s decor inside the High Life Lounge.

 It was a blurry night, everyone had shakey hands.

They were drinking since around 3:00pm.  Needless to say Ryan and his brother were drunk, their friend was trashed.  After he spent some time vomitting and praying to the asphalt in the parking lot, he came back in to sleep through some humiliating antics.  Lucky for him he was in and out of sleep and probably doesn’t know how embarrassed he should be.

While he was dozing, some lady came up and tried to write something on his exposed beer belly.  It didn’t work very well since she was writing with lip stick.  Good try though.

People from other tables came over to get their picture taken with the drunken passed out guy.  I got one of Ryan with his friend.

Now we’re leaving the High Life Lounge and going back home.  It snowed more.

Drinking takes so much energy out of you, we were all starving by the time we got back to our apartment.  We made a pizza and grubbed it down.

 Cherish had a hard time figuring out what this was supposed to be. After looking at other hands, it’s apparently an H for House of Bricks.

 All of us were tired, even the cats… and they’re nocturnal.  Shnookums yawns to prove my point.  Our cats sleep so much during the day and night, I wonder how they could even be classified as one or the other.