Saturday, March 14, 2009

THE COWBOY LOUNGE

[sleepyhead by passion pit]

so my last nite in denver, which was my first nite-out in denver, was quite a nite (i was only in denver for 2 days visiting a friend before coming down to phoenix for the weekend). i didn't think i could out-do my first nite-out in boulder, but by getting kicked out of the bar within a couple hours, it sounds like i may have done just that.

all the "bouncers" had boots, jeans, belt buckles, and cowboy hats, of course. and much to our chagrin there was a country song filling up the streets as we made our way closer, and line-dancing spilling out from the inside. but since ander and i were going to meet his friend rachel, we had to go in and check it out. the music ended being decent and the dance floor itself wasn't too bad either. we had a beer and then a round of shots (we previously had a couple beers before going down to market street to start the evening). after hitting the dance floor we sat down at our booth to relax and catch our breathe for a minute.

it was lady's nite, meaning all the ladies drank for free. and all the lady's got their drinks in plastic cups.

so seeing as how the bar-b!tch kept walking by and looking at our table of almost empty cups, i decided to finish off the back-wash that was settling in the one in front of me (honestly not even thinking about it)... and apparently the little cowboy that asked me if he could "have a word" with me didn't like it.

"i'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"are you kidding me," i said.
"no. the beer is free for ladies. and i saw you finish off her beer; it's like you're stealing from us."
"the foam that i drank?" you're kidding; this is ridiculous."
"no, you understand."
"yeah, sure, i understand," i said... "i understand you all are a bunch of idiots."

...and that's when we left (and when i got escorted out), and made our way around the corner to a nice little jazz bar until everything was closing up. it was low-key and a good change of pace from the aforementioned chach hang-out.


...who woulda thunk it...

2 comments:

  1. hahaha.
    i can't imagine someone asking you to leave a bar.
    keep on keepin on.

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  2. you shoulda whipped out your gat.

    'blam, blam, howdy doody!'

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