So my annual self destruction day is fast approaching (my birthday) and it always makes me a little retrospective.
One thing I’ve noticed is that there has been a lot more work then play lately & well, that makes Leanne a dull girl… and frankly, crabby too.
So in light of this, I’ve tried to adjust my mentality to start incorporating some of the fun back into my life & started this past weekend with the annual Main street pub crawl because nothing says fun like walking into the Colbalt (haven’t heard of it? Perhaps that’s because you’re too afraid to drive through that part of town & haven’t seen the sign under the Georgia Via duct that says: GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS! or rather says: GIRLS! GIRL GI because some of the lights are burnt out & they have never replaced it. I still don’t know what F list women strip there)
Needless to say after we left the Narrow (fun, skinny, windowless pub that has a record player), we headed down. We figured becuase of the number of us, it wouldn’t matter where we were. So when Hark & I first approached, we were slapped with a $10 cover. Really? This place?
Turns out there was a Hard Core Death Metal band playing and 2 dudes from 1983 passed us in the doorway. Hark, without question, walked in.. the rest of us balked & went on our night. We went to the brickhouse (insert song) where a couple of us left, hit Library Square & danced our faces off (ok, i did) to the songs of 1993. Apparently, if I’m going to be retro, I will do it in an era I can remember.
My lack lustre work ethic Saturday proved that I was ready for more fun Saturday night. I met up w Zeghers, her BF and his friends for some UFC. Peeps proved that no matter what he bet on, if you put your money opposite him, you would win big. So after several rounds of shooters, we decided it was time for a change in venue. We tried to steer the boys to the Shark Club but someone let it leak that it was a fireman convention in town & that got veteod (some people are no fun) and opted for the backstage lounge…. sure. Again, if enough of us are together, it shouldn’t matter where we are. (I’m smelling a theme to the weekend).
When we arrive, again, I’m one of the first but seeing as no death metal band was playing, I obligingly paid the $10 cover still wondering why a pub would have cover. It’s pointed out that there was a DJ that night. I had no idea who it was but the dance floor was full of a motle crue of people given’er and then I listened to the song being played…. it wasn’t English……. it was french.
OH YEA! it was like my biggest dream had come true. I walked into a french discoteque. Remember those crappy french movie skits we had to watch in grade 9 french (this is applicable for the cdn’s out there)? yes, this is what the crowd looked like.
So there they are dancing and when a new song came on, they’d cheer & sing along at the top of their voices. There we were…. staring at them.
We left.
So the moral of this story: we should listen to me (I left out the part where I kept suggesting other venues and I did… i suggested Lamplighter which by the time we got there was lined up & i headed to the wicklow with a couple of peeps friends. From here we hit Ceilis where I ran into furniture man which just proved I should have gone home when I said I was going to).
SIDE BAR: The first time I had seen that place, I was so dumstruck by the seediness of it that I was open mouthed gaped staring at the location while stopped at a red light. I then realized I was staring for too long and looked around to see if anyone noticed… sure enough a guy in the next car saw me & nudged his head towards the colbalt as to say: Wanna go?…. yea, great. thx.