The Return to CougarTown

If my blog was foursquare, it would tell you this was our first time back since their remodeling.

And it was glorious.

Every time Larissa and I go there, we people watch.  Our favorite subjects are the cougars, of course.  How can they not be?  They’re probably the most interesting there, right?

So this time, being the amazing (or obnoxious and mean-spirited, whatever) individuals we tend to be, we decided to turn our usual people watching into a game.

The Cougar Scavenger Hunt:

• Cougar dressed like a feline
• A cradle-robbing cougar aka “cats in a cradle”
• A gaggle of cougars (at least six)–though we should have made it four in hindsight, but how many cougars makes a gaggle?  Therein lies the problem.
• Botox “beauty”
• Anna Nicole Smithalike
• Cougar in a cowboy hat
• Snougar (Snookie cougar)
• Cougar with dollars and DDs
• Mother-daughter tag team (bonus if the mom and daughter are older or if grandma is there too!)
• The Scooby Doo Method:  When we went that fateful Halloweekend the year before last, an older gentleman started hitting on Larissa and his younger friend (or son or relative or I don’t know) started hitting on Larissa’s mom.  I just sat at the bar and laughed hysterically.
• The big and tall
• The “may be a man” cougar
• Cougar with training wheels

 

We added to the list throughout the night, but this was it in its initial existence.  Also we saw a Sarah Palin Cougar and that pretty much trumped our list completely.  We were beside ourselves.

Also, the other Deidree came and we talked about our taste in men.  She’s a “tall, dark, and handsome, possibly foreign” supporter and you all know I like my blond-haired, blue-eyed fraternity men, for lack of a better descriptor.  We’re going to get along just fine.