Best Worst Idea Ever

Sunday evening looked to be a mellow night. My friend Map and i decided to go out for a beer.

Somewhere along the way, we wondered exactly how many bars were in our town (and annexed a neighboring town so we could include some of our favorites). It was then decided that a trip to each and drinking one beer would be the order of the night.

At the first bar, Applebees (yeah, that's the downside of a stupid stunt like this- you gotta include the lousy chain restaurants), the list was compiled. It was then refined at the next bar, a Japanese restaurant where a lovely bartender named Lauren helped us think of more.

The list included 31. We got to ten before i called uncle.

The next morning, i found a traffic cone in the back of my car, and have no idea how it got there.

Best worst idea ever.