Things That Went Wrong to Ruin the Night:
- At Vinyl:
- good music being played when no one was dancing and shitty music being played when people were dancing (it seems counterintuitive...but apparently not)
- getting hit on by 35-year-olds (ugh, so creepy)
- At the Albion:
- creepy wasted 27-year-old-possibly-turning-28-this-year guys (one of them tried to buy me a drink but was cut-off at the bar and then proceeded to try to get his friend to buy me the drink)
- these guys then showed up at the Vinyl; I was seriously creeped out
I don't want this to sound like a pseudo-feminist rant, but what the hell is wrong with the vast majority of guys at bars? It might be a bit of wishful thinking, but it really would be nice if the people you encounter downtown, whilst drinking, at least had the decency to not treat you like you're from the red light district.
In another direction for this post...
How to Tell You've Been Going Downtown Too Often:
- You start to recognize the people who work the night shift at Pita Pit and MegaPizza, the bouncers at bars and other bar-goers
- They start to recognize you
- You seem to have a lot less money....and strangely you cannot remember where it's been spent
- You cannot remember very much at all actually
Not that I'm complaining, I love going downtown. The End.
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