Theoretically, I am a grown-up. Or at least I suppose I look like a grown up most of the time when I’m not wearing my glitter shoes. But I forget that other people can tell that I’m a grown up until I’m around “adults” who weren’t born when “Dirty Dancing” came out. Which makes me sad for them. And for me.
You see, a few friends and I decided to go out for some drinks and a good time at a bar downtown over the weekend. And for a few hours it was mainly us, our vodka, the friendly rapport with the bartender that rendered free shots, and a lot of laughs.
However, somewhere around 9pm, the place started to get young. And loud. And it’s possible that when the DJ started playing his club mixes, all five of us nearly hit the floor because we thought a gunshot had gone off and we were all going to die.
But as it turned out, it was just the beginning of a Justin Bieber song that he had turned up way too loud, and so then it was a toss-up between who would’ve preferred the gunshot.
Anyway, we soldiered on because that’s how we roll, until we realized that all of us had been having five separate conversations for the last 25 minutes because we couldn’t hear what anyone else was saying. And so we went downstairs to see if it was any quieter and less crowded downstairs.
You know, like kids these days do.
And wouldn’t you know it, there was a whole room off to the side with exactly five lounge chairs and a table that was just begging to be used! However, we seemed to be the only people in the bar excited about this discovery. Inexplicably.
Though it may have had something to do with the fact that the action was where everyone else was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with other people who thought it was totally cool when they played “retro” hits by Pearl Jam and U2. Nevertheless, people would periodically stick their heads into the lounge to check out the “scene,” and would then quickly get ushered into the other room by a friend in the know so that they could hang out with the rest of humanity.
|"Hey ladies, why don't you|
come sit over here so you
can get away from all of the
shenanigans and tomfoolery."
But whatever, we were finally able to hear ourselves think and drink and laugh about when we were young and stupid and stayed out past midnight. So let’s consider that success.
Also, it’s possible that CB offered a group of cute girls our room as we were leaving, but they quickly looked in, looked at us, and kept walking. Which made me sad that CB’s “game” had been reduced to chatting up 23 year old girls simply to offer them some solace from the noise as he got up to leave and go eat leftover pizza with his Golden Girls Girlfriend on a Saturday night.
Happy Monday, everyone!