The Hunt for Indiana Ave

So I promised the chronicles of Indianas:

Our story was fraught with failure as the gods of the temple of doom were against us. Using Kyle's plan of dressing like Indiana Jones, the Houstonites (and by that I mean the ones that still go out [Failure]: Jeff, Liz, and Chapman) planned to meet at a teetotalling mexican restaurant on Indiana and then head to a bar on Indiana next door to Rudyards, aptly named the Next Door. Unfortunately Liz conveniently forgot to dress like Jr.and the restaurant did not serve dates [Failure x2]. Halfway through the meal we noticed that the table next to us had wine as the place was BYOB making it a drinking establishment [:(]. Next up we headed to Chaps to get an outfit for Liz. In the meantime, we tried to recruit not-Jwan as we were noticeably lacking in the Short Round department and Jane because she complains that I never visit but both let us down like the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.

Onward we headed to the Next Door where the bartender (not Marion Ravenwood) seemed flabbergasted by our request for a Snakebite (it had to be snakes) [a shot of whiskey, tequila, and tabasco] but we bargained with him until he eventually gave us the shot and his version of the drink (guiness and cider). Fortunately the locals seemed unbothered by our attire and we were able to blend in with the urban crowd. Soon Liz took down a trophy elephant and I secured my crown as the master cow hunter while both drunk and sober [Failure].

We had planned to double team this one with Kyle and Idogg so I texted them at that point but apparently Ian's friends travel by biplane and were delayed likely by arrow-wielding natives [Failure].

With our trophy and extra $50 secure we headed off since Chapman and I had to wake up early for the Galveston triathlon.

The tale must continue however. We are currently on the hunt for Pacific. Ive heard much enthusiasm from the ladies for JRs. After extensive research on their website (its like my very own Lady Gaga channel on itunes that I dont have to pay for), Ive learned that they have stripping nearly every night of the week. As such, Id like to suggest what shall heretofore be known as "Strip Club Night": the ladies head to JRs to collect our properties and the gentleman head to another house of ill repute.

What do you all say?

And now, I would like to leave you with what I think to be my favorite review of JRs on Yelp:
"If things haven't changed too much they may still have Karaoke on Sundays. They also have dick dancers. I spent a couple of christmas days there. That is a great day to go, its perfect for those avoiding family but wanting to feel like they aren't on christmas."