Peeps! Can you believe we’re actually halfway through? We’re ready to go all out this Saturday night.
Meet us at Leon’s Lounge at 9 PM for generously poured, economical drinks served by amusing bartenders.
Apparently, they claim to be the oldest bar in Houston. I know La Carafe says the same thing, so I’m not sure who actually wins, but maybe we can settle that over luscious drinks and laudable conversation!
See you there, my lovelies!
Well, first let me apologize for the long silence on the blog. I could tell you all about my alien abduction last week and the terrible (yet disturbingly exciting) experiments that I was subjected to, but you want to hear a bar report, right?
We got kooky in “K” planning, and decided to meet on a Sunday afternoon. I doubted this strategy at first, but Carla thought it might be fun. And korrect (ahem…this is not a misspelling, but how many appropriate words start with k, people?) she was! We had one of our largest groups yet.
Kelvin Arms Posse
We konglomerated at Kelvin Arms, which interestingly, does not sell pitchers of beer. I think this might be a crime of felony level. However, they do have a great selection of beers on tap, a lovely bartender, and we sat in the Sean Connery shrine. All good stuff. However, they let this one guy (NOT with our group) feed the jukebox way too much money, and we were subjected to some truly ear-bleeding inducing music. Like, memories of middle school dances music. You know, the kind where you put your hands on the boy’s shoulders and you rocked woodenly back and forth, avoiding each others eyes? Yep, that music.
But, we tried to rise above it with beer, laughter, stories of (surprisingly) hairy butts, darts, and 42. And we had a great time. And the afternoon turned into evening. Another alphabet success! 
Holy Krap, we’re on “K”! Almost halfway through.
Join us this Sunday, 8/10, 4 pm, at Kelvin Arms. We’re switching things up a bit, reciting the alphabet in the daytime. And, in the spirit of the Alphabet Bar Game, we’re going to play bar games! For all you Ags, we’re gonna play 42. For those of you who aren’t schooled in Aggie, that’s a dominos game. A fun one. It’s like Spades, but better. Those who don’t know can learn. The rest can play other games.
Did I mention that it is impossible to play 42 without pitchers of beer?
Sunday. 4 pm. Kelvin Arms.
I think I have Centipede-induced carpal tunnel syndrome. And Carla has a blister from Ms. Pac-Man.
So, yeah, we enjoyed the Joystix offerings. What a cool place, tons and tons of arcade games. All the cool ones from the 80s too. Donkey Kong, Frogger (remember the Seinfeld episode?), Missle Command, all varieties of Pac-Man, the list goes on and on. AND drinks. AND no kids. Heaven. But, they did have a really weird mix of music. All very amusing.
J & C shoot; Steph coaches!
We learned several things. Carla still reigns at Ms. Pac-Man (Pete, you big loser, where were you after the big talk?), Cheryl rocks at Popeye (once she figured it out), Carter and I rule the Centipede, and Robin hogs Galaga. According to the Army shooting game, Carla and I are completely safe from being drafted. Frank, our former Ranger, tried to give us pointers, to no avail. You people DO NOT want us defending this country.
I’ll stick with baking apple pie and kissing soldiers. 
$15 for unlimited games? And reasonably priced drinks? As Ahhnold says, “We’ll be bock!”
The proof! We were there.
