Friday night was one of those nights where the eclectic mix of people kept me on my toes throughout. For every cool group of people I encountered, there was the quintessential jackass that made me question why in the hell was I still doing this for a living.
It started out with Happy Hour; I walked into the bar and found that the place had a nice buzz to it. There were groups of people hanging out, enjoying casual conversation and TERRY FROM DERRY, our new day bartender had a nice mix of music playing in the background, conducive to such an atmosphere. It was nice (note to self- look into getting our sound system checked out). Soon after I set myself up for the evening, SILENT BOB and his lovely wife came by with a college friend of hers, as well as DIRTY SANCHEZ, for a couple of drinks before heading out for dinner. Soon after, JON CUSACK and STIFFLER came by for a few "pops" after their "man-date" (a weekly ritual consisting of a Sushi dinner and drinks).
After the Happy Hour crowd thinned out, the bar was mellow for a bit, until a crew of NYU Dental School students began to trickle in. Now this is an interesting group. Within the group of students are some really cool regulars, most notably the hardcore hockey guys. Aside from these guys, the rest of the students are a mixed bag, ranging from cordially polite, to slightly aloof, to downright a-holes. And last night I got to see the whole range in person.
As they began to trickle in, I noticed right off the bat that a couple of guys were wasted to the point where they needed to be poured into a cab, let alone turned away from the bar. So I, of course, wouldn't let them in. The guys insisted on being let in as they "were okay". Once again I refused. The next hour or so consisted of their friends trying to sneak them in; Constant name dropping of people who clearly didn't work here; threats of root canals being done to me without novocaine; threats to some of the customers who were already inside and other ridiculous, childish stuff that you would only expect from drunken jackasses. Needless to say, they were a pain in my ass most of the night.
On the other hand, there were a group of patrons whom I originally met on New Year's Eve; a cool group of people from New Jersey. They just happened to stumble in that night and ended up hanging out the whole time, during which we hit it off. Simply a nice group of folks who like to simply chill out and have a good time without being obnoxious or idiots. The perfect customers.
Ever since New Year's Eve, they've been coming back periodically and each time they have been nothing but nice and I always enjoy seeing them. Anyways, they were back again last night and it was the same thing again. Chillin out by themselves and simply enjoying each other's company. It made me think to myself, "Why can't all groups of people get along like that when they go out?" I thought of countless other groups who bicker among themselves whenever they go out and as a result, everyone is miserable. I just don't get it. Nevertheless, it was great seeing them.
The REDSKINS CHICKS (or 2/3 of them) stopped by as well. Not used to seeing them outside of Sundays but it was cool to see them out on a Friday night. I hate to admit this, but they are starting to grow on me. Pretty funny, outgoing and cool to chill with. A nice addition to the Sunday Brew Crew.
During the course of the chaos that was Friday night, I was walking around the bar, helping to clear out bottles and glasses and such. I looked on the floor and found something that looked odd, even by bar standards. It looked like a chicken breast. So I picked it up..... it turned out to be one of those fake boob thingys that chicks use to pad their bra. WTF? Kinda freaked me out. Do women really stuff themselves with these things? What's up with that?
Oh and the leggings were out in full force last night. LADIES! Please, please note: Leggings under a denim skirt or maybe a long blouse is BAD ENOUGH. But to simply wear leggings on their own? You must be nuts. First of all, they aren't appealing in any way, shape or form. Secondly, they show off your ridiculously hideous panty lines. Third, unless you are Kate Moss and sporing no stomach whatsoever, those stylish leggings will do nothing but produce a "foopa". And we know how attractive that is. Oh and for the one daring young lady who had the guts to actually wear those leggings with the stirrups (you know, the leggings that wrap around your feet from 1988)- A Cosmo and a smack to the back of the neck for you. What are you thinking????!
Enough of my venting (I get carried away when it comes to leggings, mullets, Mr. Met and clowns. I apologize).
I'm sure I've left out a few other juicy nuggets, but as you can see, it was one of those nights. A LONG night, but a good one. If you have any goodies to share, you know what to do.
NUFF SAID
1 comment:
I never had the need for the fake boobie thing so don't ask me. I think a trip to NYC is needed. I'm beginning to feel left out on Sunday's at your bar.
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