Saturday, October 21, 2006

A NIGHT OF OLD SCHOOL SWINGERS AND "PLAYAS WITH NO GAME"....

Friday night was one of those "interesting" nights where the crowd dictated the tone of the night. It was an eclectic mix of people to say the least; from your typical Frat Boy crowd that normally strolls along 3rd Avenue, to a sprinkle of punk rockers, computer-geek chic, a dash of blond Brit babes from the Royal Navy and of course, a group of swinging married tourists, in town to get their "swing" on. Four couples, average age: 55. Blew into the bar and just took over. Dancing to 50 Cent, doing a lot of bump and grinding; Couples swapping kisses with each other- I think one lady actually flashed the guys while they were outside smoking cigars. Funny thing about this crew was that they remembered me from last year. Of course, I don't remember them but they totally described how they hung out on a Sunday last year and had a blast. Definitely a weird mix.

We also had a case of the fellas talking a lot of game but not being able to back it up. You know how it is: A group of guys are in a bar and they are checking out chicks. As the alcohol flows, the macho bravado starts coming out. The boys begin to boast about who can hook up with this one and who can hook up with that one. As an outside observer of scenarios such as these, it's pretty comical because for the amount of smack these guys talk, the results of their action is typically minimal, at best.

Last night was no exception, the male regulars (whom shall remain nameless as to not embarrass them), were in full force, talking the same old crap about how they can hook up with this one or that one. A golden opportunity became apparent when two chicks from Britain came in. They were members of the British Royal Navy and they were game for meeting some guys. One girl ended up hooking up with one of our regulars- as a matter of fact, they were so hot and heavy in the middle of the bar that I was tempted to get a bucket of water to cool them off.

The other girl seemed desperate to want to hook up; watching the other guys trying to out-do each other to hook up with her was sheer comedy at its best. These guys (bless their hearts) were coming up with lame line after lame line and jockeying for position- I only wish I had a video camera just to illustrate the comedy of errors taking place around me. The number of excuses for not being able to hook up were astronomical. I swear, some of these guys had more stories than the New York Public Library. By the end of the night, she ended up going home alone, frustrated and drunk (no surprise there); I was told by one of the pursuants that she was "a nut-job"; perhaps she was. My sense was that they may have simply said that to paint their failures in a better light. In any case, it was pretty comical.

Overall, it was a decent night; nothing to brag about. The hangover of the METS losing was still hanging in the air. In any case, the rest of the weekend should be interesting and I'm sure everything will be back to normal on 3rd Avenue when all is said and done.


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