Bar Tuesdays: Season Three - Week One
“Did you just see the bartender go up and start dry humping the DJ?”
Questions like that can only mean one thing:
Bar Tuesdays is back, baby.
This summer we’re going to be revisiting some of our favorite bars from last summer as well as trying out some new places. Last night was the one-year anniversary of the start of Bar Tuesdays, so we brought it all back to where we started, good ol’ Groucho’s:
Here is the review of the last time we went there, complete with bathroom pictures and such. The trough was still in full effect this time, and both of the bathrooms were rocking some serious nasty smells last night. Frito didn’t even stay to pee in the men’s room because it was so bad.
Also new? Music so loud we couldn’t hear each other talk. We ended up screaming in each other’s ears the whole night. If someone was two people away from you, forget it – they couldn’t hear a word you said. It was ridiculous. It was louder than being next to a speaker at most concerts – there’s no need for that. Oh, but the DJ felt there was. He could have run the electricity for the speakers through his energy alone. He was dancing and fist-pumping and bobbing his head to the music all night. He even came around at one point to ask if we had any requests. “Do you have any Gavin DeGraw” <-- Guess whose request that was. He said he did, but then didn’t play it. Bastard. He did play Paul’s request for Guns N’ Roses, though, so at least we had that. I should have asked for some Mr. Brownstone.
Anyway, it was nice to get back into the swing of things again. How I've missed the dive bar lifestyle, but last night got me plenty ready for the weeks ahead. The front windows of the bar looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in 12 years, we sank into the old couch so much that we were almost on the floor, and there was a lovable local at the bar who was really drunk and hitting on all the guys who came up next to her to order a drink. As Paul put it, “She was speaking English, but nothing that made sense. Words weren’t in the right order. I just smiled and nodded.” How I love the lovable locals. What I don’t love? No Carny sighting! We went back to this bar on the anniversary because last year was the fateful night that I danced with Carny Mike and his 3 teeth. The carnival was there down the street again, but no Mike to be found. I was quite sad.
Even without a carny sighting and all of the screaming we had to do in each other's faces, we still managed to have a good time. We ended up with 12 people from the crew there last night, including three new faces to the crowd, which is always fun. Next week we'll be at a much quieter establishment, so maybe we can actually talk instead of acting like barbarians. Especially when Paul gets a little tipsy and starts saying inappropriate things quite loudly. That may be one of the things that I have missed the most about our weekly treks. Anyhoo, here are some more shots from last night:
Brent and newcomer Nicole, sitting near the now-famous "honeymoon tree table."
At one point during the night, Paul and a scary-looking biker shared a moment as they both started grooving to the new song that had started up, giving each other a high five and a big "Woo!" After that, Paul turned to me, smiled, and said, "I love it here." So do we all, so do we all. It's good to be back, y'all.
Questions like that can only mean one thing:
Bar Tuesdays is back, baby.
This summer we’re going to be revisiting some of our favorite bars from last summer as well as trying out some new places. Last night was the one-year anniversary of the start of Bar Tuesdays, so we brought it all back to where we started, good ol’ Groucho’s:
Here is the review of the last time we went there, complete with bathroom pictures and such. The trough was still in full effect this time, and both of the bathrooms were rocking some serious nasty smells last night. Frito didn’t even stay to pee in the men’s room because it was so bad.
Also new? Music so loud we couldn’t hear each other talk. We ended up screaming in each other’s ears the whole night. If someone was two people away from you, forget it – they couldn’t hear a word you said. It was ridiculous. It was louder than being next to a speaker at most concerts – there’s no need for that. Oh, but the DJ felt there was. He could have run the electricity for the speakers through his energy alone. He was dancing and fist-pumping and bobbing his head to the music all night. He even came around at one point to ask if we had any requests. “Do you have any Gavin DeGraw” <-- Guess whose request that was. He said he did, but then didn’t play it. Bastard. He did play Paul’s request for Guns N’ Roses, though, so at least we had that. I should have asked for some Mr. Brownstone.
Anyway, it was nice to get back into the swing of things again. How I've missed the dive bar lifestyle, but last night got me plenty ready for the weeks ahead. The front windows of the bar looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in 12 years, we sank into the old couch so much that we were almost on the floor, and there was a lovable local at the bar who was really drunk and hitting on all the guys who came up next to her to order a drink. As Paul put it, “She was speaking English, but nothing that made sense. Words weren’t in the right order. I just smiled and nodded.” How I love the lovable locals. What I don’t love? No Carny sighting! We went back to this bar on the anniversary because last year was the fateful night that I danced with Carny Mike and his 3 teeth. The carnival was there down the street again, but no Mike to be found. I was quite sad.
Even without a carny sighting and all of the screaming we had to do in each other's faces, we still managed to have a good time. We ended up with 12 people from the crew there last night, including three new faces to the crowd, which is always fun. Next week we'll be at a much quieter establishment, so maybe we can actually talk instead of acting like barbarians. Especially when Paul gets a little tipsy and starts saying inappropriate things quite loudly. That may be one of the things that I have missed the most about our weekly treks. Anyhoo, here are some more shots from last night:
Brent and newcomer Nicole, sitting near the now-famous "honeymoon tree table."
At one point during the night, Paul and a scary-looking biker shared a moment as they both started grooving to the new song that had started up, giving each other a high five and a big "Woo!" After that, Paul turned to me, smiled, and said, "I love it here." So do we all, so do we all. It's good to be back, y'all.
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