In our efforts to make more local friends, I've found myself closing down various bars in Collinsville more often than a 28-year-old person should. It's only bad when the bar closest to your house closes at 3, and doesn't strictly adhere to that deadline.
Friday, spent time at Friday's South chatting up the staff, made our way to Duck's for random encounters out the izzass. Saturday, went back to Duck's late, ran into dudes from Friday night, chatted until close again. Putting forth the effort: priceless. Or something. We definitely slept until noon on Sunday though. It was fab.
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