6415 Delilah Rd
Egg Harbor Twp.
I'm not even sure where to begin with this one. We were actually going to go to Pistol
Pete's in Pleasantville, but PJ didn't want to drive that far, so we settled on Christi's.
We got there at about 9, and there were drunk people galore. The bar is located next
to a trailer park, so I knew this was going to be an interesting evening. And I was right!
The bar is on a traffic circle down the street from Atlantic City International Airport. It
actually used to be a strip club until about 2 years ago. Anyway, the entire place is
plane themed. There are several entire real airplanes hanging from the ceiling and
propellers and other airplane stuff hanging all about. At one end of the place is a
restaurant and at the other end is a liquor store. The beers were average priced at
$3.50 for a pint of Yuengling. The sandwiches and appetizers were good and
reasonably priced as well.
Tami and I sat down at a table and got some food and beer while we waited for PJ to
show up. The food was excellent. It was at about this time that a construction worker
who had been drinking since 2:30 asked me to look at the hole in his ass. No, wait, that
sounded really bad. He wanted Tami and I to look at the hole in the back of his jeans.
As a matter of fact, he wanted the entire bar to see. He repeatedly kept bending over
and yelling, "Everyone, look at the hole in my pants!", while grabbing and spreading his
ass cheeks. Every single time the waitress walked by he asked her to look at his ass.
While this may have been mildly amusing, I think the waitress was starting to get
annoyed so she avoided our section entirely.
At this point he decided to be my friend and sit down next to me and put his arm around
me and harass me. To get him away, I started to ask him questions like, "First you want
me to look at your ass, and now you're next to me asking personal questions. Are you
trying to pick me up?" and "Is that hole in the back of your jeans for easy access?"
Once he realized he was acting really gay, he decided to harass PJ and Tami, which
was fine because he wasn't bothering me anymore. Then his pasty looking friend came
over and tried to convince us that he was black. When he finally confessed that he was
just kidding us I said, "Gee, thanks. You are a master of deception." Not seeing my
subtle sarcasm, the two of them continued to sit with us. They thought it was unfair that
I had two women and they had none. Maybe it was because I shower before going out
and don't yell at everyone to look at my ass. That's just my theory. They were getting
a little annoying, but then the one guy bought us a round of beers, so they made it
back onto my good list again and actually turned out to be pretty cool. They were just a
little drunk and I can't in good faith get annoyed by anybody because they were drunk.
Here is a pic of the two of them. The construction worker is on the right and his friend
is on the left.
my car. I'm driving.", and he stumbled into the parking lot with his friends in tow. After
they finally left, we decided to take a seat at the bar. Tami was scoping out the bar for
a suitable man for PJ when she spotted a guy across the bar. I looked across and not
only saw the guy, but saw some wasted girl in pink sticking her tongue in his ear and
hanging on him. I assumed he was going home with that girl, but Tami could tell that he
wasn't interested in her. PJ asked me to be subtle and inform him that she was
interested. I waited for the right time and the I made my move. When the pink girl left
for the crapper, I crossed the bar and I subtly told the guy. Of course I was drunk by
this point, so by subtle I mean blatant and obvious.
A short time later, Tami and PJ both left to pee. When they came back, they had pink
girl in tow. Apparently, while in the bathroom, Tami heard pink girl ask for toilet paper.
Tami found some and reached under the stall with it. When nobody took it, she
realized that pink girl was in the next stall with the door wide open and her pants around
her ankles. Pink girl was so happy that Tami got her toilet paper, that she stood up and
gave Tami a big hug by the sink. Her pants were still around her ankles mind you. This
was one classy girl! Well, apparently, she was obsessed with the bartender and she
was trying to make him jealous. The bartender obviously wanted nothing to do with her
and actually cut her off from alcohol. So now she was sitting with us. She stole Tami's
beer and the bartender got pissed at her and gave us a free one. He real name is
Cindy. Here is a pic of her and PJ. She looks old and drunk. Pink girl does too! (just
kidding PJ!)
some other people. At this point, the guy whose ear was violated by pink girl came over
to join us and talk to PJ. His name was Ed and he seemed pretty cool. Meanwhile, the
guy sitting on the other side of me made some comment that was completely
unintelligible. He seemed like a nice guy though, so I started talking to him. I couldn't
understand half of what he was saying, but I could pick out words here and there. He
sounded like the jive talking guys from the movie Airplane. Despite this however, he
earned a degree from Stockton in mathematics. Being the physics nerd that I am, I
continued talking to him about math and science for like 20 minutes or so. Then his
friend, who was even more unintelligible joined the conversation and started talking
about protons and neutrons and stuff. I had no idea what the hell he was talking about
and I don't think either did he. While I was talking about quantum electrodynamics or
something, the lovely Tamatha was being hit on and was kissing a rather classy
individual two seats over to my right. I discovered this the next day after looking at the
pictures in my camera. Here is a pic of me and my new friend and Tami and her new
friend. Notice his stylish sweater. He was a real class act. On a side note, the rotund
girl to the right of him was not wearing any underwear and when she was sitting down a
few stools over earlier, half of her ass crack was exposed. She reminded me of my
plumber, only less attractive.
