Believe me, I didn't want St. Patrick's Day to end up like most things that should be fun do in this city. I tried to believe it would be better, but 'No.
We left last night around 9:30, all festive and dressed in green. We arrived at a place called Grogg's or something and got ready to get ID'd. But, as soon as we walked up a bouncer began talking to TNJ in a way that said, even through the loud music, "You're not gettin in."
Turns out they closed at 10!
Silly us, we should've known better. It was a freaking school night after all!
Next stop, some other crappy pseudo-Irish bar. We pulled up to find a line outside longer than a Fresno strip mall.
Defeated, we decided on good old Red Wave. Red Wave is a nice little hole in the wall. Comfortable, but not really exciting. We rolled all the way up to the door, and just when we thought there was no line, we got one, this time it was longer than Blackstone Avenue.
Double defeated, we went to a convenience store go buy beer and head to somebody's house. We went to grab the beer, and found that the door was locked. Not the front door, just the door to the beer. For some reason they make you get a key to grab the stuff before you even buy it. Presumably it's to prevent theft. But really, if someone wanted to take the beer and run, they would just do so after using the key, right? There are no winners here!
But, a silver lining! If you look under my buddy's left forearm you can see it: There was a green piece of plastic connecting the key to the dust-collector thingy.
This place has the spirit after all.
...And then we went home and slugged the beer down quick so we could pass out and forget where we were for a few hours.
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