
My friend Kristen is a talented singer in a great band {thirty6red}. She rocks and I love to go see them at gigs, even though one bar that they play at is probably the most trash-tastic venue ever. Last night I decided to stay semi-sober {mostly only because we are going out again tonight and I have date #2 with my new amazing guy tomorrow} and let me just tell you how scary that place is when you can see everything clearly.
- A wandering crackhead looking to score some {drugs & ass} who kept flailing herself around the small bar and awkwardly crashing into everyone the entire night.
- An Italian pirate man with an authentic eye patch roaming around creepily.
- We had the pleasure of sharing a table with "Boobs", a regular cougar who squishes her boobs into a shirt unlike anything I've ever seen before.
- A lovely young lady {donning her best skin-tight aeropostal shirt} dropped her cigarette and then flipped out of her stool and crawled on the ground to retrieve it.
- Wanting to avoid having to use the establishment's restroom entirely, I waited until the very end of the night and then finally had to give in...after waiting in line for about 7 minutes with 2 other unsuspecting ladies, we kicked in the door to find a girl passed out on the floor and a restroom which had been spraypainted with vomit. The men's room at this place is NOT an option, so I had endure the pee-pee dance for the remaining 10 mins of the night.
- During the final ten minutes, there was a quick almost fight on the dance floor involving two classy broads {one kicked her beer onto the other but then was restrained and quickly taken away by her bf}, the band wrapped up an amazing set, and I flew my friends and I home just in time to pee in the comfort of my happy, clean, disease-free toilet :)


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