First, we went to Sharky's, a combination sports bar, pool hall, and random game land where we were served by a giant titted waitress who I learned through an excessive amount of eaves dropping was a teacher by day and Sharky's waitress by night... a veritable renaissance woman. We also learned that Sharky'y cannot make calamari as we ended up with what I believe to be deep fried rubber bands.
As this was a sports bar, we got to watch the Red Sox beat the Orioles with Jonathan Paplebon getting his second save of the season. (In a related note, on Sunday, I got to see Pablebon, the savior of the Red Sox bullpen and the answer to our closer woes, record his sixth save of the season. NOOCH)
On a high note, I broke the high score on the rapid shoot basketball game at Sharky's earning a score of 69 (insert Bill and Ted's joke here) along with many fearful looks as I played game after game after game after game after game.....in order to do so.
On a low note, Bob Jingle made two new friends on the evening: First there was Jeremy who had been at Sharky's since noon that day and as such, bought us and probably the remainder of the bar beers. Further, he was convinced that the Brewers would win the NL Central title this year yet another indication that he had been there since noon. We also learned that Jeremy had a thing for our well-endowed waitress as she told us that he had brought her flowers, a teddy bear, and a book that evening. She did not seem to think that there was anything weird about these gifts or that Jeremy apparently came to Sharky's each week to see her. In a further related story, our waitress was a moron.
The next friend that Bob Jingle made was Logan an unbelievably intoxicated young gent who talked Mr. Jingle's ear off while we tried to play pool at a bar known simply as Retro. When asked about the conversation afterwards, Mr. Jingle confirmed that Logan may or may not have been speaking English and that he had not understood a single word that Logan had said.
We ended up at Retro's following the advice of our waitress, who we should have discredited after her previously discussed opinions of Jeremy. Retro featured all that a great bar should i.e. blaring meathead music of the Linkin Park variety, skateboard and surf videos on the TV's over the bard, and a solid gaggle of he VA Beach's finest locals, who apparently were each looking to star in X-Games 2010.
After leaving Sharky's, we took in one of VA Beach's rising musical acts, The Drunken Frat Boys, as we caught their 11 PM performance at the local karaoke bar where they performed such classics as "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen and "Bye Bye Bye" by N'Sync. Apparently, each of which can be performed in the exact same manner by screaming into a microphone at the top of your lungs.
Finally after a stop at the local gang run 7-11, we stayed at the Tropicana, which appeared to be hosting several underage drinking parties and possibly a prom. In another related note, our waitress at Sharky's also said that this was a nice place to stay as it had hosted her after-prom night of drinking. If I am not being clear, our waitress had issues.
Unfortunately, I did not take many pictures of this evening except for this interesting little mural that I found right near Sharky's. Kind of warms the heart and says welcome.
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