Many of us have had crazy nights in our past… our youth is full of good times. Being reckless and just living in the moment.
With responsibility, though, those times are far and few between, right? You have kids to get up for, chores and errands to do, and normal adult stuff to take care of. The mindset is that once you’re an adult, the fun times are over.
I try to challenge that mindset on a regular basis.
In mid-April, my niece invited my husband and I to her 19th birthday party, being held at a bar downtown. We don’t get out often, so it’s no surprise that I had never heard of the place.
I had made plans at the beginning of April to meet a client that same night, and help her out with her computer issues, and talk about upcoming projects for her business. I told my niece we’d make an effort to be there.
It ended up being easier than I thought to juggle the two events, because the bar didn’t open until 10. I’m not sure what changed since my teen years, but OPEN at 10??? It’s darn near my bedtime! They closed at two in the morning. Wow… okay, well, let’s have a drink or two and be there for her.
Next, we checked out the website and found out the bar is only open Fridays and Saturdays, both for the same time frame. Here I am, wondering how on earth they manage to stay open if they’re only open two nights a week?? Well, let me tell you how they manage: they charge $15 for cover. Yup. Per person. Everything makes sense now!
When the boys settled in at home for the evening, I had a glass of wine. My first mistake, really. When my husband and I go out to a bar, I try to stay low-maintenance and drink beer. It’s simple, easy to hold onto without spilling and low-key.
When we got there and paid for parking, I thought the surprises were over for this place. Oh no… hold my beer and watch this…
We were carded.
Let me say that again: we were CARDED!
I don’t remember the last time I was carded but dayum… I’ll take it.
We walked up a short flight of stairs, and came to a small window, and paid the cover (which only ended up being $8/each). The girl stamped our hands, and there was no option for coat check… it was mandatory.
Just when we thought we jumped through all the hoops, I noticed a girl blocking the path into the bar.
She was security, and was patting each guest down before allowing them in.
I have never been to a bar where frisking was necessary. Where the hell were we, anyway?
I hadn’t noticed my cousin watching me intently, with a look of pure amusement as all of this was going on. I laugh now about it, but when I noticed her watching us, I mouthed, “WTF?” and she started laughing. When we got over to the group, my cousin asked if I had ever been frisked before.
In all honesty, I thought by the way it all went down, the answer was obvious.
Then, bounding in like an excited puppy, was my beautiful niece, intoxicated and very happy that all these people were here to help her celebrate.
Now, more about the actual bar. It was clear that all of the waitresses were dressed specifically for receiving tips from their customers. Low-cut, see-through and showing as much skin as possible.
There was a long bar along one side, a few tables for people to stand at, and just behind where we came in was a staircase leading up to a loft of some sort. I didn’t get a good look at it but did notice people were up there. Across from the bar was a mechanical bull, and beside that were the washrooms. In the rear of the building was another room, playing different music than the room we were in. I never ventured in there but it seemed to be pretty empty.
I watched the security girl patting people on their way in, and I found it interesting how she spent more time frisking the guys than the gals. A slight twinge of jealousy went through me (couldn’t help it). It was short-lived… she wasn’t all that attractive.
So here’s the cool thing about the bar. At any point, ladies could actually hop up on the bar itself and dance, just like in Coyote Ugly.
Like a typical man, my husband tried to encourage me to go for it. Thanks, but no thanks.
He tried out the mechanical bull, and I thought I was putting it on Facebook Live, but, unfortunately, I missed a step and ended up recording nothing. I still feel awful… he did such a great job! So, now we have to go back. It’s that simple.
As what usually happens when I get together with my cousin, I didn’t want to leave. She lives about 40 minutes away from us and we don’t see each other often, which is understandable. Life is busy! So the drinks were flowing, the music was a mix of country and rock. Girls were dancing on the bar, people were trying their luck on the bull, and everyone was having fun.
Then, to my demise, the shots started.
We danced to Bon Jovi – Living on a Prayer, Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy by Big and Rich, Kick the Dust Up by Luke Bryan, and so many more great songs.
In the end, as expected, my niece over-celebrated, and had to leave (but it was late anyway). After one more song, my husband and I left, too.
It was a little rough the next morning. We slept in later than we should have, had a greasy breakfast, and went on about our weekend, which included attending a 50th anniversary party, and gardening at home.
It was fun, despite the frisking! When I told another cousin about the place, she said we need to go there when she visits. That will be interesting, and no doubt, loads of fun.