Mike Styp's Heroic Effort From Saturday, January 3rd

Saturday, January 3rd started out as most other nights do. A shower around 830, a couple of pre game drinks and darts at the apartment, followed by a short trip into the city. After making our way to the bar (Brass Monkey), drinks started flowing at usual pace. A couple beers, a few shots, and a number of laughs.

The reason we were in the city was to meet up with Mike's brother for the celebration of his girlfriend's 30th birthday. They were at a bar called Celio, which we quickly learned does not allow four single guys to enter without the purchase of a private table and an extremely overpriced bottle of Vodka.

This lead to the eventual trip back to Hoboken to create our own fun. Being a brisk night we made our way to Trinity. After a couple slow drinks, Dan decided it was time t get wasted and the Jaeger bombs followed.

Now you may be wondering when this night is going to take a change for the hilarious and my friends, it is coming. Like most people we were craving some sort of delicious treat to help end our night in fashion. Seven Star Pizza, there is no other!

Seven Star is a local favorite for the drunk and hungry Hoboken bar goers. The slices are large and the crowd is usually something to behold. We each ordered a slice (3 pepperoni and a plain, yes Ben that is right, Seven Star had plain pizza at 3 AM) and took our seat. After finishing the our first slice the need for another arose. Saving our seats, I stayed behind. Now, I did not do such a good job seeing how a girl came and sat right next to me. Usually I would have found this to be a good thing but she was obviously with some dude in line.

In this time, my friends returned, but lets take a look at Mike Styp. Mike and I started a conversation with this young lady trying to feel out any chances. She said that she had just met this guy tonight and they had shared some laughs and were now sharing some pizza and a drink. The drink they chose was orange Powerade.

The dude in line places his slices and drink on the table and leaves to pay for it. We are not moving for the guy as the girl is requesting which is funny in it self. But now Mike, just after the guy put the drink on the table for his "girl" reaches and opens the drink right in front of her.

The rest of us sitting at the table are dumbfounded. Did he really just open her drink in front of her? Not only does she not see it but she just keeps talking and asking us to leave. The guy made his way back to the table, takes a bite of his glorious pizza and reaches for his Powerade.

"Man I love orange Powerade, its so good," says unobservant drunk dude.

"Yeah man, it's really good," says Mike Styp, still wiping the orange stain from his own lips.

I thought it was priceless.