You know those bars you see as you’re walking down Bourbon Street with the strippers dancing on poles outside and you think, “Who in their right mind would actually be caught dead in one those? Def not me!” Well, Nashville also has a couple of those bars and on Friday, I just so happened to end up with a group that just so happened to want to be caught dead in one. Yay me.
Let me set the scene for you…
I’ve recently become rather close to a fellow Zeta alum, Aeri, from Pennsylvania. We’ve been hanging out on a regular basis and wanted to go somewhere and have a good time this weekend. Aeri’s coworkers decided to have a going-away dinner/happy hour for one of their own after work at Bar Louie on Friday and Aeri wanted to go. Since she and I were going out afterwards, I decided to tag along and crash the party. I’d been to Bar Louie before (with Aeri) and fully approved: The servers were nice and the crowd was more of the ‘Young Professional’ type that I appreciate/am a part of. So, of course I wanted to go!
We had a great time at Bar Louie and stayed there for a very long time…mainly because it randomly started pouring down rain for about an hour. Anyway, after the rain stopped, we felt like we’d done enough damage at Bar Louie and we all wanted to go dance somewhere. Our first try was down the road at a place I don’t remember the name of, but it was salsa night or something and we wanted club music. So we headed downtown. I’m not sure exactly who’s idea it was to go down there, but that’s where we ended up.
The bar was called Throwdown and, not only did we go into the bar, we made a straight bee-line for the door! These people knew before we got there that that place was where they wanted to spend their Friday night! This is the type of place I have nightmares about going into. I mean, what was my mother going to think of me if I really did die in this place?!
As soon as we walked into the bar I abandoned whatever feeble hopes I had of meeting a cute guy to dance with/buy me drinks. I could pretty much guarantee that the type of crowd this place attracted was less than desirable. I was right, which was unfortunate because these thugs are usually the first ones to hit on me, and Friday was no different.
Anyway, we got a drink, which I desperately needed, and headed to the darkest room in the place where the DJ and the dancing was. Okay, so the place wasn’t as terrible as I thought it was going to be. Yes, there was a stripper pole, but there were no strippers that I could see. And they were playing good music that I could dance to. Ok, I can work with this.
So, I just started drinking, quit caring, and started dancing. And dancing. And dancing. And sweating. I was so gross by the end of the night, I couldn’t believe Sayid from Africa kept trying to dance with me while offering to treat me like an “African Princess.” Poor Sayid. I hope he’s not still waiting on a phone call from Andrea from Throwdown. But I’m sure he didn’t have a problem meeting some other girl (he was quite confident and pushy), so I don’t feel that bad.
Some time during the night, I met a girl named Alison that I really clicked with. She was super sweet and there with her boyfriend of 4 years and his mother…yeah, ok, that should’ve been my first clue, but my inhibitions were gone, remember? Anyway, Alison kept telling me how beautiful I was (as a sweaty, disgusting mess and hair in a bun on top of my head by this point) and taking pictures of us like we were besties already! She was SO sweet! I wanted her number so we could hang out later outside of the bar. She gave it to me and told me to text her later, that her boyfriend had her phone right now and she’d text me back when she got it.
So, I texted her and got an immediate response that the number I sent it to was invalid…INVALID!
Wow! A girl actually gave me the wrong number! A girl! And I’m not even gay! Or a creeper! I suppose that’s karma…Can’t even meet a good girl friend at the bar!
Bitches these days…
I actually saw Alison at Walmart yesterday as I was picking up some groceries, and I immediately turned my head and pretended to be super interested in what new clothes they had on display. I avoided that awkward situation like a boss.
Bitches these days…
Hahahaha I laughed so hard! Seriously. Bitches these days!! You need to try the dance club Mai. I was there with a girl friend Saturday & there were SO MANY hot guys, all our age in button downs. 🙂 The DJs played good music too.
Mai was the place we tried first that was doing the Salsa night or whatever…And I love how you specified they were in button downs…You know me so well!