MOVE THAT BUS!

While out for a friend's 30th birthday party this weekend lead to an interesting moment.

One of the many high points:
While pretending to be British with one of the English guys that was in the group, I spot the party bus passing by the window of the bar. "Fuck'n 'ell Mate," I say slamming my whiskey and coke on the table to take off in a full sprint down the road.

While everyone on the bus is cheering me on from the top back window of the double-decker, people watching from the sidewalks and bar windows take notice and began to cheer for me as I gain ground on the bus. My feet pound the street in a good old fashion man vs machine footrace over the length of 2 blocks. At one point I was parallel with it and had nearly caught up to the side door as the two story bus pulled away from a stoplight. With a sudden burst of energy and a winner take all mindset, I leapt off my feet with full extension to grasp the handle by the door as the bus accelerated.

I missed by my what was later estimated (and reenacted) by "everyone" on the bus to be an inch, I hit the asphalt and rolled a few times. Looking up from the ground, flat on my stomach, arms reaching towards the bus I shout "You've forgot one!"

Red brake lights on the back of the bus suddenly jump to life. Dusting myself off, I saunter up to the bus and receive a standing ovation, a beer, and a sea of high fives as I stroll to the back of the bus. It was was of those nights.