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.

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!

People! We are almost a third of the way through the alphabet! Have you joined us for the experience? For the adventure, the bragging rights? Here’s your chance, with great advance notice.

“I” – We’re headed to Ibiza Lounge this Saturday, 7/26. You may be thinking “But wait! Ibiza is a restaurant! That’s against the alphabet bar game rules!” And you’d be so very clever to think that. Ibiza is a restaurant, and we will start there at 7:30 – to EAT (oh, and maybe have some wine). Then, we will move next door, to Ibiza Lounge, to drink! Owned by the same people, the Lounge is a nice swanky bar with groovy DJ’d music and yummy drinks in pretty glasses. We’re goin’ classy, people. So, join us for dinner, or just for the bar part. Either way, it’s gonna be great.

“J” - It’s the letter we’ve all been waiting for…we’re headed to Joystix. For $15, you get to play unlimited arcade games ALL NIGHT LONG. And did I mention they serve drinks? And the cocktail waitress brings your drink to you, so your game of Pac-Man is uninterrupted??? How great is that! Just like Vegas, except you won’t lose any money. Or be deprived of windows. Or be hit on by cigar-chomping, married middle-aged men from Nebraska, in town for a used car sales convention. We’ll be there Friday, 8/1, 8:30 pm.

See you there!

To celebrate the letter “H,” the group went to Howl at the Moon.

And oh, boy, did we howl. Loudly, off-key, and at the top of our lungs. After a few shots (especially the whipped cream topped syringe of blueberry goodness) we sounded MUCH better. But even we drew the line at the middle-aged white guy trying to (sort of?) rap “Baby Got Back.” You don’t mess with Sir Mix-A-Lot. It’s a criminal offense, in at least 32 states. But, we did rock out to “Summer of 69,” “Rocket Man,” and Carla taught us the words and movements to some song involving a tree, branches, twigs, and birds. Apparently, this is the new “Macarena” for the kiddos.

Read the phrase on the mirror!

Julie generously sponsored the $10 phrase on the big mirror (see picture.) Oh, yeah, we’re cool all right. Even though we were the only ones there not getting married, celebrating a birthday or an anniversary. The place was chock-full of bachelorette parties. Gentlemen, if you’re looking for a gaggle of drunk girls, this is your mecca. I promise you.

Can’t wait to see what “I” and “J” have in store.  Stay tuned…

The Howlers

Lovely readers, it is time. Bring on the hokie-ness, the hooligans, the hullabaloo. Yep, we’re headed for dueling pianos at Howl at the Moon.

Let me just say the last time I went to a piano bar, my very drunk bride-to-be friend was throwing condoms off of her bachelorette veil at every guy in the place. She’s ridiculously shy.

So, anything could happen.

We’ll be there at 8:30, this Saturday night, 7/19. Comment below if we should expect you…we’ll try to get a count for a table. Oh, yeah, cover is $7.

Melody, Jess, Kim, & Carla

I have a confession. The last time I tried to do this game, I quit early. Way early. I think, in fact, I made it through “E”. Sissy girl.

But last night, we did “G” right, and there ain’t no signs of slowing down! We sampled the lovely draft beers at the Gingerman (I give the new Skinny Dip 3 out of 5 stars), giggled, and enjoyed the warm (and slightly damp) breeze that flowed through the joint. We also had two friends join us for the first time on the Alphabet Journey. And it won’t be their last.

Here’s where we need help: suggestions on “J” and “I” bars. We have some in mind, and they’ll work, but we need more selection. Leave your suggestions in the comments below. And if you haven’t shown up yet, get your cute behind out, stat!

The Alphabet of Bars is moving along…already on “G!” Your gifted, gregarious, and giggly hosts will be out Thursday, 7/17, at the Gingerman, in the Rice Village. We’ll be there by 6:15ish. Come out and sample one of their over 120 beers on tap.

They have a new draft beer called the Skinny Dip that is supposed to be the perfect summer drink. Come take a dip with us!