Some Bars Just Suck.

Friday night, 11:00pm: I had been working late so I just got home. None of The Roommates were around so I called up CodeRed to see what he was doing. He was already at a bar, but it was one that I didn't particularly like [not BBB Approved] so I was reluctant but he said they planned on going to a different bar soon so I gave in. As soon as I walk into the bar, I am immediately reminded why I don't like this place. Literally everyone was wearing black and had at least 3 or 4 visible piercings. Most had Mohawks or some sort of color-dyed hair. I really don't understand why he comes to this place. I meet up with CodeRed and after we say hello I start asking when we're leaving. "Soon," he promises. His words aren't very reassuring.
A guy that I've met maybe 3 times comes up and starts talking to me like we're friends. He tries to explain how he knows me but I ignore him and instruct him to go buy me a drink. I didn't think he would actually do it, but no more than 5 minutes later he hands me a fresh beer. Well, at least now I'm drinking, but I'm still upset that we haven't left yet so I continue to badger CodeRed. "Just let me finish this drink," he says. "We better be out of here by midnight," I reply, looking at my phone to see the time. It was 11:49.
12:05pm: My repeated attempts to leave this hipster-infested dive bar have failed. O try to embrace the situation but it's difficult to do that when you are surrounded by sexually confused, mostly unemployed, hipster desperately clinging to the brief moments in high school when punk rock and being a social dissent was considered cool. At least the beer was cheap.
Pretty much the only fun part of the night was when I came back from buying a drink and found CodeRed talking to a girl that could be the poster child for hipstersloots.com. He introduces me to her and identifies her as his ex. This might as well have been a green light for a barrage of insults. Most of which revolved around the fact that she clearly purchased her outfit from a thrift store, only after taking fashion advice from a bag lady.
That was about as much as I could take so I got out of there and headed home, vowing to never return to that hipster hell-hole.

Bartsool Blackout Tour

Things have been pretty quiet around our house recently. We've had a few parties but nothing epic really happened, a few nights out at the bar with similarly dull results. But check out whats coming up: January 28th 2012 the Barstool Blackout Tour will be at UMass Lowell's Tsgonas arena. The last Barstool event I went to was the Boston booze cruise and it was crazy. This is supposed to be the world's biggest blacklight party, so I expect it to be at least 10x crazier.