In my older age, I have come to thoroughly enjoy the trite mythos of an adult Chuck E. Cheese like…read moreestablishment. This is exactly what the Giggling Marlin is.
Allow me to set the scene so you can fully understand.
I was in town for a wedding and at this point was on an absolute BENDER. It was day 3 of heavy drinking, and my social battery was near 0.
However, I had spoken maybe 2 words to the only girl at this wedding that really inspired me so I had to dig deep and show face. Real ones will feel me.
After a long day of drinking, we enter the Garlic Marlin. Right when we sit down, someone orders tequila shots for everyone. I politely decline, I'll stick to babysitting this Pacifico.
As we are ordering food I find myself spiraling, beginning to fight for my life. A storm is here. The hangover I had been pushing for the past 72 hours is coming in. Gulp.
Then, something Magical happened. This little Mexican dude begins to set up 5 chairs and pulling people out of the crowd. Keep in mind we are rolling DEEP, about 40 of us. Maybe a little less. Or maybe a little more. Idk 40 feels right, though.
Anyways, he is essentially the MC for one of the most interesting, unexpected nights of my life.
For Act 1, he sets up a game of musical chairs with 5 female contestants, pouring shots in their mouths after every round. Rowdy. The bride is obviously a competitor and man does she have that dawg in her. Shoutout to Sassy.
The first few rounds were predictable, but the final was absolutely electric. It was the bride vs a girl who was not there for the wedding, just an innocent bystander. A lamb walking to the slaughter.
I can't put into words how great a job the MC did hyping this up. You would have thought this was the Rumble in the Jungle the way he was selling this. All 40ish of us were on the edge of our seat.
When the music stopped, the bride, in her heels, ran like a hungry lion to the empty seat clearly earning the chair and the win. We ERUPTED like mount Vesuvius. Like Ali had just beaten Foreman after being a 4-1 underdog.
Fair play to her competitor though. I respect any man woman or child that steps foot in the arena and leaves it all on the line.
For Act 2, the MC picks 4 gentleman out of the crowd to compete in drinking games vs the Giggling Marlins best. After dropping 2 of 3 beer chugs to the Marlins, we had our ace in the hole. Our Mariano Rivera.
Everyone in the building was counting this as a win for us before it started, as our Michael Jordan, who we shall refer to as Jake, has never lost a beer chug in his life. We had supreme confidence in Jake and were already wondering what the sudden death would be after the 2-2 split.
However, I became DEATHLY concerned after their guys entrance. The lights cut out, and music began to play that sent chills down my spine. Think grim reaper entrance music.
Then, I begin to see some movement across the restaurant. One, slow step at time...left...right...left.... I can make out a slightly overweight figure draped in an all black robe. Petrifying. He slowly makes his way to the table and emphatically pulls his hood off. The grim reaper with a beer belly. Sh*t.
But like honestly what a production. You have to respect that.
Jake does his best to remain confident and unshaken, but that walkout would intimidate even Conor McGregor. Please see the attached picture of him looking directly into Jakes soul.
As you may have guessed, Jake proceeds to get absolutely thrashed and it completely takes the wind out of our sails collectively. You could hear a pin drop in there after the Reaper buried Jake 6 feet under the Giggling Marlin.
My hangover was completely cured and I couldn't have imagined a better way to wrap up the trip. May the Giggling Marlin live forever.
Food was alright but you don't come here for the food. You come here for pure inspiration.
Apologies for the long-winded review, but I needed to get this off my chest.
