Saturday, April 13, 2013

The Junction...seriously?

When I was a kid, my sister and I would ride our bikes to the corner bar in our little small town of Pacific Junction, Iowa. We would buy sodas. Normally they were fifty cents, but if we promised to bring the empty cans back later they would only charge us 45 cents. We would take our extra nickle to the candy store and buy five pieces of the one cent gum.

I had never been back to that bar since I have become legal age to drink.

That all changed on Friday night.

I went out to dinner with my family, and I knew they all had plans to go to the PJ bar, aka "The Junction", afterwards. When asked, I said no, I wasn't going. But then the begging started. And then my cousin Kelly, who was my bestie all through elementary school and middle school, said she wanted me to go. All of a sudden my "it's too long of a drive" excuse did not fly, since she had just drove in from Colorado Springs.

So then I was planning on pretending I would meet them there, but not really going. Then that seemed like a dick move, so instead I came home and got clothes in case I needed to crash at my sister's and headed back down the interstate to PJ.

I am not going to lie - I had fun. The bar was a lot cleaner and nicer than I remembered, and my aunt was the DJ so that was fun. My cousin and I were able to catch up and I got to talk to her new husband. My cousin Lucas and I sang a little duet, and I got to hang out with his wife Emily, who I don't know very well but she seems very cool.

Of course, I also got to watch my mom get completely wasted off Bud Heavy (who drinks that?!) and get slobbered on by the town drunk. But you have to take the bad with the good, right?

And speaking of good...a claw machine with porn? Only in PJ!


I am normally not good at claw machines, but I guess I am more motivated when I'm able to win a vibrating eye mask.

Roger scored some porn.

Stroke on a rope...very classy. 

Mom with her bud heavy, and Tammy with her makeshift wine cooler.

We started having way too much fun with the stroke on a rope. 

I started by beer bottle interviews. 

Emily never hangs with girls, and we tried to make her like us. 




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