It took 10 months. I’ve mentioned this a few times, but there is a bar down the street called 36 Handles. If you join their beer program, and finish all the beers on tap, they’ll give you a mug with your member number and whatever name you want on it. If you couldn’t figure it out by the name of the bar, there are 36 beers on tap. It took us 10 months.
My buddy Chris and I have been friends since the summer before high school. We met at the basketball camp the school put on during the summer. We were 14, and have been great friends ever since. We went to college together, and since many of our friends went elsewhere for school, we spent a lot of time together.
While we were in school, there was a bar that was stumbling distance from my apartment. It was awesome. The owner knew us by name, and made an amazing house shot called a Red Flag. He would never tell us what was in it. But it tasted like amazingness. They had a basketball hoop and every week would have HORSE tournaments, even though the court was incredibly tiny. Best part was, they would pirate Raider games from a city outside the blackout area. Then Tom sold the bar and it was never the same.
We had been looking for a local hangout ever since. We tried the bar that was eventually closed when U.S. Marshals escorted the owners off the property. We tried the bar that had a mechanical bull, but they got rid of it and it just never really felt right. They kept changing their theme nights, and we never knew what we were getting when we went in there.
Then we found 36 Handles. It has a trivia night (which we’ve won once, and finished 3rd another time). Bartenders who recognize us, and a reason to keep coming back (the beer membership). We found our new bar!!
I will admit, not all the beers were to my liking. And not all the people there are nice. One girl who has a mug there spent a solid 10 minutes making fun of literally everything I was wearing one night. She was hammered and unpleasant. Luckily, that was a one time thing. Everyone else is great. To be fair, I do dress like a complete loser. So she did have a point.
But none of it matters anymore! Because we are now members! The number is higher than I was hoping. I wanted to be #200 on the nose. But I had to wait for stupid Chris. So #212 will have to do. As the bartender told me, that’s what I get for being a good friend.