Bar Hopping

I am not one to go bar hopping. I tend to find a spot I like and stay there, currently my spot of choice is a little pub called the Dubliner for multiple reasons. The best part of this bar (aside from the staff) is that it is low key and the people there like to socialize. There isn't a whole lot of pounding music. Just a neighborhood pub and I love it. You can avoid all the train wrecks in satin shorts and stilettos and unfortunate tools in sports coats (most of the time.) Its just a good place to people watch.

Anyways last night my friend and I decided to work outside our comfort zone a bit. We grabbed a quick drink at the Dubliner, then moved one to meet up with the rest of the group at a place called the Drinkery which was supposed to be a laid back bar with music and dancing. First of all we realized we were old when we were tentatively bobbing along to songs we listened to in high school, second the DJ was horrible. We waited for it to get better while the rest of the group trickled in and headed out in search of the right place for us to be.

We found Pearl Bar not far down the road where we could immerse ourselves in some hideously fabulous music. Prince, Michael Jackson, Run DMC, and even Justin Timberlake. So we danced and drank and settled in. Once energy was fading we ended the night back at the Dubliner chatting with staff and enjoying a delicious night cap of  Baby Guinness.

Perfect way to end the evening, but next time I think I will just stick to the Dubliner.

Oh, Hell No.

I feel like I haven't even been writing this blog long enough to write an entry like this yet.

So Drum Jam on Friday night. I meet up with friends there, we are hanging out and having fun. There is lots of dancing involved....suddenly as I cross the room I run in to none other than Shirley himself who gives me this incredibly akward hug and says "Its so great to see you again." I replied with a polite response that now slips my mind and quickly made my way back to my group. But at the end of the night he showed up again to give me another akward hug, at which point I became increasingly interested in my friends accordion and how it worked. He, after a while of not getting the hint, said "It was nice seeing you again" and I said something vaguely similar and  he left. So was that completely rude and callous of me to blow him off or did I really do him a favor? Oh well either way it made my night easier.

Following the drum jam we hit up a local pub, and I am sitting enjoying a laugh and a good time with my friends when Vegas' best buddy walks by. No good story here I never spoke with him, just the fact that he happened to be present in the same evening kind of burns me.

OK, really?? I have to be haunted by two past encounters in one night? This is your twisted idea of a good time on a Friday night? Try harder!

Time for more, er, fun...

It has occurred to me that it is time to go out again as I have run out of good stories. Hopefully Friday night will bring new material. It is time for another drum jam event with fellow dancer friends, here's hoping there is no Shirley Temple part two.

MFA - Part Four

Ok so we went on the date from hell on a Wednesday. On the following Friday afternoon, I am leaving work and I notice that I have a missed call and a voice mail from none other than the face licker, MFA. I take a deep breath and dial my voice mail up. I gotta hear this, right?

In his increasingly pretentious tone he says something along the lines of, "It was such a pleasure meeting you last night. I had a really nice time and really felt a connection at the coffee shop. But I feel that it was rushed with the prospect of work. Maybe we can take some time to recreate that this weekend. Give me a call when you get off work."

Connection my ass. I didn't return the call, ever.


**As soon as I can figure out how I intend to post the voice mail here for your enjoyment.