Why Mike? Why?

Last night Mike and I decided to go out after a rough day at work. I wasnt really feeling like going out but Mike needed a wingman...bad. So we met Clark and Shannon at Formosa. 4 Saki Bombs and 3 shots later, I felt like staying out all night. And thats basically what we did. After Formosa we went to Etc and met up with Thompson. Thompson took a shot with us, then bought us a round of shots, then said "Ill be right back,"........he never came back. 

Here comes the point of this post,

Mike and I left Etc to go to Union. We sat down, got a few Jack & Cokes, when all of a sudden Mike looks at me with that damn smirk on his face and says..."Watch this." 

I followed with, "Mike, Mike no. NOOOO."

Granted, I had no idea what he was doing, but I know that face on a Mettenburg equals mischief. 

He proceeded to walk up to some seemingly pro dart players and said, "Eh Mate!" I couldnt believe it, he was going with the "Im an Australian transfer student" gig. And it worked...for awhile. 

He got himself into a dart game where the loser had to buy everyone around the bar shots...there were probably 15-20 people around the bar. 

He said the word Mate one thousand too many times, and for some reason got 10 inches from each persons face when he said it. After a scuffle that some people had and Mike stuck his Australian-American nose in, an old guy looked at me and said, "You had better watch your friend."

Thats when I (Jason Bourne) texted Mike saying, "Slowly drop the darts on the table or chair closest to you and walk towards me and out of the bar. Do as I say. Now." 

Bottom line, drunk Mike skipped out on a $40 bill which would have no doubt gone to him seeing as he was down by 74 points...

Why Mike? Why?

~ Ted