If so, let me help you out with some rip-roaring fun!

ATTN: This Friday, 1/30. We’re going to the Roll’N Saloon! And you need to be there. Why, you ask?

Experience the goodness of a true dive bar. Take $1 shots every time the train rolls by. Play music on the jukebox. Get really drunk and hop on the train and ride it to Lubbock like a hobo. Or not, totally your choice. We won’t judge.

Carla & I will be there at 8:30 – see y’all there!

Yeah, sorry for that embarrassingly long hiatus from the Alphabet Bar Game. Carla and I are duly ashamed. And have flogged each other into a place where we will never be allowed to break this long again (at least until we get through Z).

It’s “Q” time, my friends. The dreaded Q. Why dreaded? There is not one single solitary measly bar that starts with Q in the city of Houston proper.

Do you know what that means? FIELD TRIP! Make a sandwich, fill your thermos, and pee first before we caravan OTL.

We’re headed to Q Bar & Billiard.  Be there at 8 pm.  It’s out on Mason Road, y’all. Playing pool will be an alphabet bar first. As will going OTL.

So, join us for this momentous occasion, and make history with Jess & Carla. Drink cheap beer and show us your skills with a pool stick. Heh heh.

Oh, yeah! It’s time for a big “P”imping!

“P” night, this Friday, 11/21, at Poison Girl.

We’ll be there at 9:30 for drinks, giggles, flirting, pinball, and pictures. How can you possibly resist that?

So…we’d had a long break, and were ready to launch back into action with N night. At Notsuoh. Well, we were not exactly bowled over. We can say that is was a very interesting place. With it’s own kind of unique charm.

There were numerous shelves of old shoeboxes, tricycles hanging from the ceiling, and stacks of old albums. And a mannequin at our table, covered in post-it notes. They also had an interesting art collection. If you’re interested in a set of three vaginas modeled out of coconut shells and red felt, I can tell you where to buy them. For the low price of $250. You, too, can own your own set of vaginas (if you’re feeling low on them at the moment)! I sat right under them. It made me feel…um…all womanly inside???

Look! The vaginas are right above my head!

Due to the smokers at the bar (grr!) we only had one beer, documented our trip with photos, and walked around the corner to Cabo for fish tacos and margaritas. On the balcony, in the fresh air, looking over downtown Houston. Not a bad site. I’d recommend it, but that’s cheating. Cabo does not start with an “N.” Oh, well, it was an adventure. And now we feel all cool and stuff – like we know where the “underground” sort hang out. Heehee, whatever.

I had been wanting to try Oporto for awhile now. Friends Kim & Clay ( you may remember them from “L” night) LOVE this place, and Carla & Frank had been once before.  And, I must apologize, because we did “O” night on a whim, and I didn’t announce it on the blog (only on Facebook, so if you haven’t friended me, do so!).  For those of your following along at home, we’re sorry!  But we really had a fierce urge (and you know you shouldn’t deny those!) for some good wine and good food.

And!  Let me clarify.  We did not break the hallowed Alphabet Bar Game rules.  Even though Oporto serves food, they are called “Oporto Wine Bar” – clearly signifying they are a bar first, a restaurant second.

The good:  The company.  The atmosphere.  The 3-person Latin sounds band.  THE FOOD.  OMG it was somewhat to die for.  The TV with the UT/Texas Tech game on.

The bad:  Our server who was lovely and sweet could not talk to us about wine.  It’s a wine bar, right??

Frank surrounded by women, as usual!

The ugly: We could not get them to serve us a full bodied red wine to save our lives.  Seriously?  At a wine bar?  And let me tell you, we are not wine snobs.  We appreciate it, but don’t quote Wine Spectator or insist that you have to pay alot to get good wine.  (My favorite everyday wine?  Sangre de Torro $7.99 at Spec’s!)  Let’s just say that after trying multiple glasses – and bottles – we finally left and went to another wine bar to get a freakin’ good glass of red.

So, the lesson here is: go to Oporto, order lovely tapas and drink WHITE wine.

“P” night is next, fun people.  Get your perky patooties there!

Ok, Ok, we know. We’re sorry for the delay. But, everyone was busy with Ike, and needed to recover, right?

Some of you have asked us if the game is over. Silly, silly people. Of course it’s not. We have a goal, and that is to get to Z!

With that in mind, this Thursday, 10/30. Let’s meet at 6:30 at Notsouh. For those of you not in the know, that’s Houston spelled backwards. It’s at 314 Main Street.

Be there! This game is rolling, once again.

So, we haven’t done “N.”  What’s the hold-up, you ask?  Oh, just a HUGE FREAKIN’ HURRICANE named Ike.  Which roared through our beloved H-town with fierce abandon.

Let’s get the city back together, get out from under curfew, and wish Jess a great two week trip to Turkey.

Look for updates on “N” night (oooh N and night both start with N!  Coincidence????) first week of October.  Then we’ll be ready to hit the 2nd half (perhaps the better, even more exciting half) of the alphabet.

Stay tuned!

Sorry it took me so darn long to write this. The inspiration was just not there, which clearly proves that I had waayyyy too little to drink on “I” night. But don’t be alarmed…we had a darn good time.

Started at Ibiza restaurant (which, as we all know, does not count as it is a restaurant first, not a bar), and had a nice meal outside on their patio. Then of course we moved over to the Ibiza Lounge, and the insaneness and imbibing began. And continued indefinitely.

Of course, every table in that place is marked “reserved” but we sat our cute butts down anyway. REBELS! And, swear to God, we saw the Houston version of the “Housewives of Orange County.” And orange they were. Too much spray-on tan. And too much bleached blondeness. At 40+, this is not a good look (please remind us of this when we turn 40) and start talking about going blonde). To their credit, they had young strapping studs and copious bubbly. Had we less morals, we might have tried to make friends.

We danced and drank and danced some more. And met fun people, that all wanted to be a part of the Alphabet Bar Game. We know, we’re super cool. Accept it. Or at least let us have our delusions.

Frank, Julie, Jess & Carla

It seems almost wrong to follow up our claims of coolness with the reminder that we’re going to geek out all night tomorrow (8/1) at Joystix, playing as many 80’s arcade games that we can. Oh, the irony!

Oh, yeah. We did “F” well. We celebrated not only a fun letter, but the fascinating, frisky, funny, festive, forty-ish, one-year older Frank. We feted him, drank, ate the always yummy Star Pizza, and ate cupcakes in the form of a fish.

Julie couldn’t stop talking about fish lips and wanting to get her mouth all over them. Amy took the prize for the dirtiest “F” word (rhymes with ratio), and Marco the German surprised us all with his late appearance.

Almost a quarter of the way through the Alphabet, and we’re going strong, and having a great time!

Carla & Jess at Fedora - the proof!

So. Um. Yeah…Tuesday was a school night? So I thought even though we were doing two bars, it would be sorta low-key? Oh, Jessica. You should have known better.

We started at Davenport with a martini apiece and fun friend Ginny. They have an awesome drink menu. Chris, our bartender, just plain rocked. She helped Carla on her quest to find the perfect pink drink for the upcoming Young Survival Coalition gala. And in the process, we discovered Tequila Rose. And Pink vodka. And happily lost a more than a few brain cells. Oh, and met a guy who wants to film this whole adventure. Swears he’s legit. We told him maybe, but our clothes were staying on, dammit.

Jess, Ginny, and Carla

Then we moved to Ernie’s on Banks. Lost a Ginny, but gained a Frank. Met another rockin’ bartender, Jeff, or “Turtle” as his regulars call him. We didn’t ask for the explanation. Just beer. And more beer. Oh, and some fries. Which were quite yummy. Ernie’s is a cool little bar, we’ll be back.

Carla & Jess at "E"

Don’t forget – Thursday is “F”. We’re celebrating a fun letter and the fabulous Frank, who will be another year older.