Saturday, September 19, 2009

"How'd You Find This Place, Man?"

1) Mach One
2) UNClub
3) Lions Den
4) Jam

OK, so Friday finally arrived, and I was ready to booze. It's been a long week - between dealing with a top secret visit, and coping with looking at three batting practice fastballs right down the middle for a strikeout, it was time to rip it up. We started at Mach One. Now I know why the ER gets all those alcohol poisoning patients. This place had $20 drink til you drop specials. We didn't partake, but it's something to keep in mind. They had a bread machine (second bar to have this, wtf?), in case you're in the mood for some sourdough with your beer. The rock music was pretty good, that is until Nickelback came on. And you know my rule - either we leave or I turn into the Incredible Hulk and destroy the place.

UNClub was next. Straight juicy bar. Well-fed juicy bar, I might add. JK diffused that awkward situation by telling the juicies we were cops. Yea, they didn't bother us the after that. A little later a couple juicies hopped on stage with a guitar and bass and jammed out some dance songs to prerecorded tracks. Now mind you, these songs are terrible as is, let alone with some human-trafficked juicies trying to play them. Terrible. That and the lack of air conditioning in a basement bar forced us to leave that place in a hurry.

Then we headed to Lions Den. I had been there with the hashers, but we decided to knock this one out as a group. A lot of folks in there, but unfortunately most of them were loud, large girls or dudes with cowboy hats. Lots of country music to complement the scenery. We waited for the ladies to finish their cosmos and then we were out. We weren't sticking around for the bull riding competition.

Last of the newbies was Jam. It was a third floor bar and was advertised as Old School*Rap*RnB*Food. We decided to check it out, and noticeably lightened the place up, if you know what I mean. The bartender asked "How'd you guys find this place, man." Regardless, we had some drinks, played some pool, and took a picture. It was a nice relaxing atmosphere, with some good RnB jams to mellow the mood. Perfect if you're thinking of seducing a girl up there (note to self). The unisex bathroom was nice enough to take a crap in (also note to self). But we weren't exactly feeling welcome here, and moved along to some repeats for the remainder of the night.

150 bars my ass. We're up to 76 and I don't think there's many more. The end is near, disciples!

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  2. Can't really post lame, because it was decent overall. Not quite ready to move it up to good times though...note to the newbies: Don't go in to a bar that the team frequents and bitch at them to change the genre of music!!!! You have enough going against you probie. Also not a fan of middle of the night phone calls..."Hang on, i'm trying to call him. Shh, I'm on the phone. I don't want to go to the Corner Bar...hang on, it's him. Hey man are you sleeping? Oh sorry...Where is the bar that you can throw the ice?" For the 700th time JK it's the fucking Corner Bar! Thinking about taking a couple of innings off if this is the quality of rookies getting called up. Loud and obnoxious is good at 75%, even encouraged...100%, ALL night, not so good. Still waiting for my motor boat too! Am glad to see The Don at least get the doughnut off of the bat though...Hang in there Pujols. Just wait for that meatball. I asked the catcher to tip you off.

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