The Scene: Flannigan’s, an Irish pub in Louisville, KY
The Night: Wednesday before Thanksgiving
The Purpose: Dancing off those holiday calories before the turkey-induced coma
The Bet: Last one to down a Jager Bomb has to dance up on the wall. I lost. Jamie was unable to operate my camera (“Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol!”). For my third time expressing myself with the wall, Jamie joined me and Mike took the photo!
The Goal: Achieved. 3+ hours of dancing! Whoo hoo! A big shout-out to DJ Warren for spinning out a constant stream of dancing tunes, including some old goodies that took us back in time!