Scottsdale Saturday

Friday night was so anti climactic that Saturday was bound to be the quiet before the storm that would the the Browns/Cardinals game on Sunday. The night started out at Dos Gringos which is Scottsdales answer to: Where can I see a bunch of frat boys and bachlorettes drinking rot gut tequila and corona lights? The cadillac marg was horrilbe and the nachos were down right criminal. The taco I had was extremely tasty however and I guess that is what they are known for (hence the pic of empty taco basket). That being said we all had fun for a bit and it was just the first place.

Then it was off to Mickey's hangover. Not the best palce I've been to, pretty much another meathead hangout but not as bad as Dos Gringos. The girl who grabbed my beer at the bar and chug-a-lugged it spilling it all over herself was nice. And I was more than glad to take the phone number she was giving me to meet up later but apparently her husband would have rather fought me so we left rather quickly.

The best part of the night was the ride to the next bar. There were about 10 of us and so what to do? Three cabs would have sucked, but along came Art with Kosh Transportation. His suburban was fully stocked with beer, he only wanted $10 for the ride and we were encouraged to smoke in the car. I highly recommend this car service while you're in town.

The last stop was at the Rusty Spur Saloon where we got our boot scooting boogie on with the blue hair set. They had a live band covering mostly Rolling Stones and Southern rock tunes. Pretty cool decor (lots of dollars) that are taken off the walls once an year and donated to charity.