Ever since I moved in September '05, I've had trouble finding a good neighborhood bar. My old 'hood sucked and was full of drive-bys and murders, but at least I had a good bar out there. Within walking distance, decent prices, hot female bartenders, trivia on Saturday nights, big enough to seat about 300 people and the DJ would play Clutch when he saw me.
Over here, it's a nicer 'hood, but the bars absolutely suck. Main reason: every bar around here has fucking KARAOKE about every night. In my quest to find a new bar, I tried another a new one on Saturday. Guess what, it was Karaoke night....again. This was probably the bottom of the barrel for me, since the bar wasn't within walking distance, had dumpy/skanky bartenders and was full of people in their 40's and 50's.
Now, I can't sing due to this Old Football Injury, but you haven't really reached hell until you've heard some vocally challenged douche sing "Your Momma Don't Dance" while you drink watered down Bud Light. "Highlight" of the night was some Mario-lookin' muthafucker singing "Careefree Highway" by Gordon Lightfoot.
Next time I feel the need to go out and drink on a Saturday, I'm taking the risk by driving across town to my old bar. It takes awhile to get to it and I might get shot... but at least there's no Karaoke.
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