After getting shot down by the girl sitting with her family, Dan preceded to hover around other random girls that were steadily trickling into the bar.
As for the rest of us, we ended up running into a couple guys from the Louisville men's golf team, who I had previously written an article about. One of them was from Scotland and is best friends with the greenskeeper at St. Andrew's, which is basically the birthplace of golf and one of the most exclusive courses in the world. He gave us his phone number and offered to get us a tee time if for some reason we ever happened to be in Scotland. Note that my attention span usually lasts about six holes before I either start doing donuts with the golf cart or become too drunk to play, so more than likely I won't be taking him up on that offer.
Meanwhile, the Encino Man has disappeared. Andrew goes outside to look for him for about 10 minutes or so before rushing back into the bar to inform us that Dan is trying to break into a car. Sure enough, he's outside lining up about 20 feet from a parked PT Cruiser and starts sprinting full speed and throws his body, elbow first, into the driver side window which thankfully did not break.
As we start to approach him, Dan's carnal instinct kicks in and he immediately runs away from us like some kind of wild animal. Phil takes off after him. Andrew and I just kind of stand there because well...we're lazy. Phil can't keep up and the Encino Man disappears into my grandparents 55 and older community.
The conclusion tomorrow.