Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Day Two (continued): Oates Night!!!

We all out on our 80s best along with some sweet, sweet (and very low quality) mustaches and curly brown wigs and headed out to a fancy dinner at Anthony Roma's (a place for ribs). A couple of Oates went in to put our name down and we were given lucky number 69!

There's gotta be a joke in there somewhere. "Ten Oates walk into a Tony Roma's..."

Anyhoo, we gambled for a bit during our 30+ minute wait (they obviously didn't know we were celebrities) and people (as they do) gawked at us and posed for pictures with us in the casino. We had to keep explaining that we were Oates, not traveling Borats. Or greasy Italians. Or creeps. Or child molesters. Or Horatio Sanz. OK, so maybe Oates Night wasn't completely thought-out.

Anyhoo, after dinner, we headed out into the masses of Fremont Street and found the 80s butt rock cover band Arena at the end by Golden Gate. We fist pumped the night away and again posed for what seemed like several thousand pictures with strangers.

On the way to see Arena, we stopped by La Bayou so Kat could get a giant football of daiquiri. While in there, some European travelers thought we were Borat. They picked Stephen as their favorite and happily reported, "I have my peecture weeth Borat!!!" Did you know that the official name of the Borat wig/mustache combo Kim bought is called "European traveler"?

I think this also might have been the night that Kat was so deucefaced that she wanted French toast at 2 in the morning. (Slurred) "Do you know what would be AMAZING right now? ... French toast. Where can I get French toast? Is there a place I can get French toast around here?"

I don't think we gambled a whole lot on Oates Night since we were planning an "early" day at the pool the next day. By early, we mean 11am. That'll be another post.

So yeah, I know that doesn't sound very exciting, but you kind of have to experience an STBE theme night to fully appreciate it.

3 comments:

jessiefischer said...

She wanted the french toast on red hat ladies night and we were all disappointed when we saw the nastiness of the french toast at the buffet.
numba 69! as per tradition

V McIntyre said...

I knew I was getting the French toast night wrong! Thanks, Jessie!

The Gaucho Accordion said...

French toast on Oates night, that would certainly be breaking with tradition. Tyler Perry presents Frernch Terst!!