First of all, we played Missouri. For those of you unfamiliar with this game, it involves drinking while driving in a moving vehicle. This action is illegal unless you are in the fine state of Missouri, or so the myth says. Whatever the case may be, it is a fun game that should be enjoyed by all.
Missouri took place with a 24 oz. can of Busch Ice. A select beer, Busch Ice has a bite not found in regular Busch. It is "Ice brewed for exceptional smoothness." This is true, for sure. Although some websites have bad reviews for the Ice - 1.06/5.0 and a D+ rating - it did its job.
After experiencing the Ice we traveled to an upscale strip club called Skin in Scottsdale. As one reviewer online put it, "Good anytime.Good food & A+ liquor, no short pours.Parking? "wadda ya want in Scottsdale" No problems or damage.Fine biz anytime of the day or night." Sums it up nice. We also went with 3 women friends, which got us seated quicker. As Cosmo (the worker at the club) put it, "I know you are with dates, so I'll get you seated quickly." He did that and we had a fun time.
On our way from Scottsdale to Tempe, we played more Missouri. Once we found a parking spot it was my job to finish off last sip in the 24 oz. Coors Light we had. As I stepped out of the car to take the last swig I saw a bike cop with my peripheral vision. I placed the CL back in the car in hopes of evading the cop - it didn't work. He walked up to the vehicle, pulled out the can, dumped out the last gulp, and starred at me. I tried to say the can was left over from our trip down the Salt River, he didn't really buy that. He told me I was lucky he didn't see me drinking it or else I would have received an open container ticket ($74.50 according to my brother-in-law). He then ran my ID for any warrants and let me go.
Pretty American AZ Friday. Salt River, Missouri, Busch Ice, cabaret, near arrest. Good times.
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