Part 27: Indianapolis

I left work early Friday afternoon and headed down to Indianapolis. The previous weekend, Bareback Jack was not able to drive in from Cincinnati, so we agreed to meet in Indy the following weekend. I bought two hotel rooms for two nights at my go to hotel in Indianapolis, the Crowne Plaza, for $235 total. I arrived around 5pm, but Bareback was still en route. He finally arrived about 7:30pm.

Bareback said he had never eaten at a Tilted Kilt before, so we agreed to go downtown for dinner. The waitresses were smoking hot, and the food was decent enough too. We had a few beers, then decided to do some barhopping downtown. I suggested we head to the Slippery Noodle a few blocks down Meridian. The Noodle is the oldest continuously operating bar in the state of Indiana. It has been operating for 166 years! When we got there, they were charging a $10 cover because there was a blues show going on. We didn’t want to pay a cover for just a beer or two, so we turned around and headed back up Meridian to Tiki Bob’s. It looked to be a good spot because there were some sexy bartenders inside. The bouncers at the door told me that I could not wear my ball cap inside and that I would have to put it in my car. I was not going to bow down to their dress code, so we kept walking. Eventually, we wound up at Yard House, a bar with over one hundred beers on tap. Nothing overly exciting was going on at the Yard House other than beer snobs glorifying craft beer, so we decided to retreat to Dancers Show Club out by the airport to enjoy some peelers.

Recalling my experience the prior weekend where I was quoted an exorbitant price for a Jager Bomb, I pulled into the Valero just down the street from the strip club and suggested to Bareback that we grab some airplane bottles before going to the female flesh emporium. I purchased miniature bottles of Jagermeister, Kraken, Malibu, and Southern Comfort. Bareback purchased cigarettes, mini bottles, and a 375 mL flask of Fireball.

We snuck the party favors into the club in our jackets. Since the club was rigged with cameras everywhere, the only place we could drink them was in the one place that was not being recorded: the washroom. Bareback and I would take turns making trips to the washroom to slam the miniature bottles while the other would hold down the table. We’d discard the nips in the urinals. By the end of the night, the urinals were filled with miniature liquor bottles.

We both got a few lap dances and tipped the stage. Bareback Jack hit it off with a Czech dancer. He was trying to get her to meet him for OTC. She agreed and said she would meet him after closing time at the Steak ‘n Shake. We closed the club at 4am and headed to the Steak ‘n Shake. The stripper showed up and joined us at a booth. She had told Bareback that she was 26, but I had known that was a lie in the dark club and an even bigger lie in the well-lit restaurant. I would not have even tipped this chick a buck on stage, but Bareback had his beer goggles on. We ordered food. Bareback and the Czech stripper talked about all kind of stupid stuff for the next hour. I actually fell asleep in my side of the booth and was woken up when the two of them were finally ready to head to the hotel. Bareback rode with me, and the stripper followed us in her Honda Fit back to the Crowne Plaza. I gave Bareback Jack a wink on the elevator. He went with the stripper up to his third floor room, while I headed to my fourth floor room to get a much needed night of sleep.