Bar Hopping

Yup, that's what I did yesterday (well, does two count?). I went out with some fellow scholars near school early in the evening, where I made a fool of myself ordering a "Bailey's...straight...um, with ice or is it on the rocks?...". I'm told 'straight' means plain with nothing, so my adding 'with ice' negated that. I don't think I'm totally to blame because the waitress asked what I wanted with it to which I said "nothing, straight" but then added the "with ice part". I simply wanted to convey I didn't want it mixed with anything. I then learned that I should have ordered a "Bailey's neat," which mean shaken and chilled, but not on ice.

The next bar I went to was near home with people from work. In the space of a week, my manager called off her wedding and quit. So this was a moving on party for her and since I really like her and had never been out with them, I felt I should go. It was an odd experience.

My first mistake was not dressing up. I just wore what I had on for teaching earlier that day: pinstripe pants and a sweater; my hair was in a classy up-do. While (if I may say so) I looked darn cute at school, I looked rather stuffy at the bar. Not being appropriately costumed (read slutty low cut shirt and jeans), I felt rather silly trying to dance (grind?) to 'Dirrrty' with my co-workers. Had I been in character, maybe it wouldn't have been as bad.

While the clothes were my fault, the bar clientele was not. There was karoke. There was lots of country being played. My crowd consisted of mostly 20-something pretty girls, myself being one of the larger ones. However, compared to most of the other females at the bar, I was definitely on the smaller side. The male clientele were either really old (like I was worried they'd totter off the stage and their brittle bones would smash into a million pieces on the 8'x8' dance floor) or in their 30s and wearing, I kid you not, Hooters tank tops (that's right) signed by the Hooters girls! Not exactly the place you want to 'mingle'.

Overall, I did have fun though, but its not something I feel the need to do every week or maybe even every month. I probably would have had an equal amount of fun (albeit different fun) at home reading Jack Maggs or watching Ned Kelly.