5/5 Johnny N. 1 year ago on Google
In
my
older
age,
I
have
come
to
love
the
trite
mythos
of
an
adult
Chuck
E.
Cheese
like
establishment.
This
is
exactly
what
the
Giggling
Marlin
is.
Allow
me
to
set
the
scene
so
you
can
fully
understand.
I
was
in
town
for
a
wedding
and
at
this
point
was
on
an
absolute
BENDER.
It
was
day
3
of
heavy
drinking,
and
my
social
battery
was
near
0.
However,
I
had
spoken
maybe
2
words
to
the
only
girl
at
this
wedding
that
really
inspired
me
so
I
had
to
dig
deep
and
show
face.
Real
ones
will
feel
me.
After
a
long
day
of
drinking,
we
enter
the
Garlic
Marlin.
Right
when
we
sit
down,
someone
orders
tequila
shots
for
everyone.
I
politely
decline,
I'll
stick
to
babysitting
this
Pacifico.
As
we
are
ordering
food
I
find
myself
spiraling,
beginning
to
fight
for
my
life.
A
storm
is
here.
The
hangover
I
had
been
pushing
for
the
past
72
hours
is
coming
in.
Gulp.
Then,
something
Magical
happened.
This
little
Mexican
dude
begins
to
set
up
5
chairs
and
pulling
people
out
of
the
crowd.
Keep
in
mind
we
are
rolling
DEEP,
about
40
of
us.
Maybe
a
little
less.
Or
maybe
a
little
more.
Idk
40
feels
right,
though.
Anyways,
he
is
essentially
the
MC
for
one
of
the
most
interesting,
unexpected
nights
of
my
life.
For
Act
1,
he
sets
up
a
game
of
musical
chairs
with
5
female
contestants,
pouring
shots
in
their
mouths
after
every
round.
Rowdy.
The
bride
is
obviously
a
competitor
and
man
does
she
have
that
dawg
in
her.
Shoutout
to
Sassy.
The
first
few
rounds
were
predictable,
but
the
final
was
absolutely
electric.
It
was
the
bride
vs
a
girl
who
was
not
there
for
the
wedding,
just
an
innocent
bystander.
A
lamb
walking
to
the
slaughter.
I
can't
put
into
words
how
great
a
job
the
MC
did
hyping
this
up.
You
would
have
thought
this
was
the
Rumble
in
the
Jungle
the
way
he
was
selling
this.
All
40ish
of
us
were
on
the
edge
of
our
seat.
When
the
music
stopped,
the
bride,
in
her
heels,
ran
like
a
hungry
lion
to
the
empty
seat
clearly
earning
the
chair
and
the
win.
We
ERUPTED
like
mount
Vesuvius.
Like
Ali
had
just
beaten
Foreman
after
being
a
4-1
underdog.
Fair
play
to
her
competitor
though.
I
respect
any
man
woman
or
child
that
steps
foot
in
the
arena
and
leaves
it
all
on
the
line.
For
Act
2,
the
MC
picks
4
gentleman
out
of
the
crowd
to
compete
in
drinking
games
vs
the
Giggling
Marlins
best.
After
dropping
2
of
3
beer
chugs
to
the
Marlins,
we
had
our
ace
in
the
hole.
Our
Mariano
Rivera.
Everyone
in
the
building
was
counting
this
as
a
win
for
us
before
it
started,
as
our
Michael
Jordan,
who
we
shall
refer
to
as
Jake,
has
never
lost
a
beer
chug
in
his
life.
We
had
supreme
confidence
in
Jake
and
were
already
wondering
what
the
sudden
death
would
be
after
the
2-2
split.
However,
I
became
DEATHLY
concerned
after
their
guys
entrance.
The
lights
cut
out,
and
music
began
to
play
that
sent
chills
down
my
spine.
Think
grim
reaper
entrance
music.
Then,
I
begin
to
see
some
movement
across
the
restaurant.
One,
slow
step
at
time...left...right...left....
I
can
make
out
a
slightly
overweight
figure
draped
in
an
all
black
robe.
Petrifying.
He
slowly
makes
his
way
to
the
table
and
emphatically
pulls
his
hood
off.
The
grim
reaper
with
a
beer
belly.
Sh*t.
But
like
honestly
what
a
production.
You
have
to
respect
that.
Jake
does
his
best
to
remain
confident
and
unshaken,
but
that
walkout
would
intimidate
even
Conor
McGregor.
As
you
may
have
guessed,
Jake
proceeds
to
get
absolutely
thrashed
and
it
completely
takes
the
wind
out
of
our
sails
collectively.
You
could
hear
a
pin
drop
in
there
after
the
Reaper
buried
Jake
6
feet
under
the
Giggling
Marlin.
My
hangover
was
completely
cured
and
I
couldn't
have
imagined
a
better
way
to
wrap
up
the
trip.
May
the
Giggling
Marlin
live
forever.
Food
was
alright
but
you
don't
come
here
for
the
food.
You
come
here
for
pure
inspiration.
Apologies
for
the
long-winded
review,
but
I
needed
to
get
this
off
my
chest.
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