This story is funny enough to tell, but I hope it comes across as humorous as having experienced it. So Friday night, my BFF’s Johnny and Michael were going to go to a Travs game. We get there and the parking lots are full so we drive down to Main St. and park next to Creegan’s Irish Pub. We walk down to the field and it looks packed, but about that time a pilot friend of Johnny’s calls and says he’s laid-over in town and at the Flying Fish. So Johnny asks if it would be alright to skip the game and go meet up. Michael and I give him crap about it as we walk back to our cars.
We decide to ride the trolley over to the Rivermarket. As it is coming, we notice the sign says that we need correct change. I happen to have a dollar but the other boys don’t. So as the trolley is pulling in, Michael hauls it down to his car to get quarters. We get on and the trolley heads in the opposite direction we need. We end up looping around North Little Rock. Along the way, we see our friend John Willis at his job and wave. We arrive back to where we got on the trolley and head across the river to the Rivermarket.
Johnny decides he’s not sure if the trolley actually goes down to the Flying Fish, so we get off as soon as we cross the river. As we walk, the trolley passes us, arriving next to the Flying Fish before we do. Nice. Did I mention it is steamy humid out? Arriving to the restaurant, the place is packed with a line out the door. There’s no way we can squeeze in to meet his friend. So Johnny calls him up and says we’ll meet him next door at the Saucer. But wait! It’s closed for a private party. Guy at the door says go down and to the left for the “other door”. So we do. It’s a dead-end alley with no door. Jerk.
Michael and I decide Johnny is no longer in charge and we decide to head back to Creegan’s. Back to the trolley–oh wait, we don’t have correct change again. Guess we’re hoofing it all the way back to NLR. Michael suggests the new walking bridge (that used to be the old railroad bridge). We get there and it is still under construction. So we have to walk up past the State Convention Center and cross the driving bridge. Michael is complaining the whole way about not liking to sweat, while I’ll complain about having hiked across the two cities in flip-flops. Poor Johnny. Well we arrive back to NLR exactly where the evening started out and spend the rest of the evening at Creegan’s. And that was pretty much the craziest guy’s night we’ve had to date. But dang, Creegan’s has some good appetizers and it has a touch of class the Rivermarket lacks. Too bad we just didn’t start and stay there. Ha ha.