When we walked out of our hotel tonight, it looked like it was going to be a dead night in Cheyenne. We were persistent and headed to a bar by the train depot called Shadows, where we met a great, fun group of folks. We knew things were going to be awesome when we ordered 2 beers and 2 anejo tequila shots and the total was 12 dollars.
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Shortly after, we met Tyler (in white) and Tesla-man. I think his name was Mike. Or Mark. Tyler was totally cool, and within 5 minutes of meeting us felt comfortable enough to break out our first "Harold and Kumar" comment. Tyler, if you read this, remember to go to the Green Street bar in Salt Lake City.
Spammer is having his ass grabbed in this picture.
And then I tried one of my famous pick-up lines again, this time with the lovely Chutney. I may have said "I want some chutney on my shish kebab".
I think it speaks to my skill with the ladies that I only got punched once. Spammer tried this with the following result:
We moved on to another bar at Tyler's invitation, and wouldnt-ya-know, another right hook.
Shortly after, we met Steve Stinger, who we warned to not continue with the crazy hair after the age of 29.
Inside the bar, we met the other brown man in cheyenne: Valentino. He was pimp.
Then I lost at pool and got angry:
And that was that.