Later that night we all went to the same bar, started off a sort of bar crawl along Magazine away form the centre venturing more into the Garden District. We stopped off at a few bars along the way and in one some bald American guy came up to us and started chatting, he wouldn't leave us alone but was quite funny so we didn't mind. We all played a few games of skee ball to see who could get the highest score. I managed to get another two eighty but there was this one man who appeared to have perfected his technique. He aimed his shot, focus and rolled with the exact amount of force necessary to get the ball to plop into the fifty hole. The fifty hole had bell in it so everybody knew when you got the top score. We heard 'ding, ding, ding' six times, the man managed to get six fifty pointers in one go, he racked up a final score of three hundred and sixty, he got that even by getting a no score on one of the balls. The bald guy stayed with us the rest of the night and took us to a couple more bars, some good, some not so good. He had a bike and he brought it along with him, so every bar we went in he would chain it up outside. Outside one of the bars was a sofa, it must have been dumped at some point but was there still and looked pretty clean so we sat on it and had some photos taken. We were actually really drunk by now and the night wasn't going to end soon so there was lots more drinking to do. There was one we were in that we selected a big list of songs on the jukebox but they didn't seem to play. There must have been a queue but how long nobody knows. We left with the Bald guy and went to a bar that he said was amazing, we were all pretty excited but when we got in it was dead and the only people in there were men!