This is why we don't go to bars, Emily...

So this weekend is my friend, Emily's birthday fun time weekend. She and her boyfriend came over to celebrate, and do fun things for her birthday, which is tomorrow. We rented some movies, watched The Lovely Bones, and then decided that it was time for food. Em decided on going to Spanky's, a local bar which according to her, has an AMAZING chili dog. So we set out and got there around seven, still light outside and the only other people in the bar were regulars, just a couple. Food, including the chili dog was ordered and we were having a good time. Then, about the time we decided to leave, one of the regulars, a man we will call "Natey Lite" came over to our table and sat next to Chris, Em's boyfriend. We had been there for about an hour, and we then spent the next TWO HOURS trapped at the booth with a drunk, slightly suicidal, man whom we had just met. It was interesting to say the least. We heard all about his three kids, his bitch of an ex-wife, his "older woman" friend/wants to be more, about his time in jail, and his alcoholism. It was exactly as much fun as it sounds. We tried to get up and leave half way into it, but he said he would kill himself, so we had to stay for another hour before we finally were able to make it out. And this is why it's the last time we go to a bar with a bitchin chilly dog that Emily just had to have:)