my bar is dead...
Events in order of traumatization, not necessarily in order of occurrence.
Went to the bar for the first time in ages...probably four or five months now. First thing I notice is the bar stools have gone from being definitely old, grungy, used and typical (circular reddish carpet tops or the occasional swiveling chair-stool) to pretty freakin' posh. Square seats with thick cushions and backs, and I don't know what the material was but it was like non-leather, or something more plastic-y, but very upscale. There were still several of the old stools on the upper level, but the lower level was cush. And I'd swear there was new carpet on the bottom level, too, although from the stickiness you'd never know. And my friend said it was the same carpet, so I'll take his word.
Ok, so I could essentially handle that, although when I sit in a stool I don't particularly want to sink down into it two inches. Anyway I digress. They also don't serve my usual drink anymore, the Smirnoff Ice. Maybe they have Mike's Hard Lemonade, but after I heard the words "we don't have Smirnoff Ices anymore" my brain froze and I didn't know what to say next. Note to self, *always go up with a back-up drink!!* They don't serve any good beers in a bottle and tap really makes my head hurt the next day. BOO.
Then there were the speaker dancers. There were two people, one on each speaker, ALL NIGHT. It wasn't until I made the comment that the guy dancing so enthusiastically to Michael Jackson (it was retro night, btw) needed to get down, he'd had his time up there, I was informed by my friend that the guy was getting PAID TO DANCE UP THERE. Yes, the two people I thought were monopolizing the speakers were actually employees of the bar!! *sigh* really? seriously?
And my favourite part of the night. I grant you it was retro night, there was bound to be bad music played. But for the kind of bar, the kind of atmosphere the bar usually (should I say "used to") represents (rock/punk/industrial/even recently pushing some house/techno (BOO again but I digress)), never in my wildest, craziest, most alcohol-induced dreams would I have imagined hearing MMMBOP. Let me repeat that for emphasis: MMM-FUCKING-BOP.
Now where am I supposed to go for good music to dance to?!?!?
Went to the bar for the first time in ages...probably four or five months now. First thing I notice is the bar stools have gone from being definitely old, grungy, used and typical (circular reddish carpet tops or the occasional swiveling chair-stool) to pretty freakin' posh. Square seats with thick cushions and backs, and I don't know what the material was but it was like non-leather, or something more plastic-y, but very upscale. There were still several of the old stools on the upper level, but the lower level was cush. And I'd swear there was new carpet on the bottom level, too, although from the stickiness you'd never know. And my friend said it was the same carpet, so I'll take his word.
Ok, so I could essentially handle that, although when I sit in a stool I don't particularly want to sink down into it two inches. Anyway I digress. They also don't serve my usual drink anymore, the Smirnoff Ice. Maybe they have Mike's Hard Lemonade, but after I heard the words "we don't have Smirnoff Ices anymore" my brain froze and I didn't know what to say next. Note to self, *always go up with a back-up drink!!* They don't serve any good beers in a bottle and tap really makes my head hurt the next day. BOO.
Then there were the speaker dancers. There were two people, one on each speaker, ALL NIGHT. It wasn't until I made the comment that the guy dancing so enthusiastically to Michael Jackson (it was retro night, btw) needed to get down, he'd had his time up there, I was informed by my friend that the guy was getting PAID TO DANCE UP THERE. Yes, the two people I thought were monopolizing the speakers were actually employees of the bar!! *sigh* really? seriously?
And my favourite part of the night. I grant you it was retro night, there was bound to be bad music played. But for the kind of bar, the kind of atmosphere the bar usually (should I say "used to") represents (rock/punk/industrial/even recently pushing some house/techno (BOO again but I digress)), never in my wildest, craziest, most alcohol-induced dreams would I have imagined hearing MMMBOP. Let me repeat that for emphasis: MMM-FUCKING-BOP.
Now where am I supposed to go for good music to dance to?!?!?