What happened to my bar?!?
Last night I went to New B with Andre and we were later joined by Liz and Rich at our favorite New B bar.
Before I launch into the whole tragic story, I must give my dissertation/philosophy on the difference between bars and clubs.
I'll try to keep it short. I promise.
*clearing throat*
The Difference Between Bars and Clubs
A club is a place where you get dressed up in a manner that will undoubtedly attract the opposite (or same in individual cases) sex. The main objective of the club is to drink, dance, and flirt with possible love interests. The club serves as an environment for the 21st century mating ritual. Clubs are not intended to house meaningful conversation.
A bar is a place where you throw on whatever you want to wear. Since you're going to the bar to hang out with your friends, you really don't give a shit as to what you're wearing. The main objective of the bar is to kick back some suds with some great company and talk about stuff. The bar serves as a community soapbox and general hang out spot. Bars are not intended to tolerate high heels, sparkly lip gloss, hair gel, Tommy Hilfiger dress shirts, or Victoria's Secret push-up bras.
Thus ends my dissertation.
If you haven't figured it out already, my favorite bar in the New B was invaded by people who clearly belonged at some skank headquarters like Olde Queens or a typical frat party. I was not amused.
Despite this, the four of us had an awesome time. Andre and Liz and I took that grand stroll down memory lane and actually remembered stuff from freshman year that we hadn't talked about since then. We did a shot in honor of hanging out. And all was good, even though Andre and I left early to beat the bar crowd driving home.
On Friday night (because backtracking keeps the readers on their toes), I went to go see a play in NYC with Phil. I was excited to go do something in the Lower East Side for once. Too bad the play totally sucked ass. But we had fun anyway. After the show we went to this bar in Greenpoint (Brooklyn) and had gigantic beers with the dude who wrote the play and one of Phil's co-workers (who was in the play). I had lots of fun hanging out and being an artist although the illusion ended when we had to leave at midnight so I could get back to Manhattan and catch the last train home.
So the past two nights have essentially been a way of taking my mind off of this whole interview process. I haven't heard anything yet, so I'm really nervous. I really want the job. And I really, really need the job. So I'll be calling on Monday again to do the whole follow up thing and hopefully I've scored that third interview. I honestly don't know what I'll do with myself if I didn't.
Before I launch into the whole tragic story, I must give my dissertation/philosophy on the difference between bars and clubs.
I'll try to keep it short. I promise.
*clearing throat*
The Difference Between Bars and Clubs
A club is a place where you get dressed up in a manner that will undoubtedly attract the opposite (or same in individual cases) sex. The main objective of the club is to drink, dance, and flirt with possible love interests. The club serves as an environment for the 21st century mating ritual. Clubs are not intended to house meaningful conversation.
A bar is a place where you throw on whatever you want to wear. Since you're going to the bar to hang out with your friends, you really don't give a shit as to what you're wearing. The main objective of the bar is to kick back some suds with some great company and talk about stuff. The bar serves as a community soapbox and general hang out spot. Bars are not intended to tolerate high heels, sparkly lip gloss, hair gel, Tommy Hilfiger dress shirts, or Victoria's Secret push-up bras.
Thus ends my dissertation.
If you haven't figured it out already, my favorite bar in the New B was invaded by people who clearly belonged at some skank headquarters like Olde Queens or a typical frat party. I was not amused.
Despite this, the four of us had an awesome time. Andre and Liz and I took that grand stroll down memory lane and actually remembered stuff from freshman year that we hadn't talked about since then. We did a shot in honor of hanging out. And all was good, even though Andre and I left early to beat the bar crowd driving home.
On Friday night (because backtracking keeps the readers on their toes), I went to go see a play in NYC with Phil. I was excited to go do something in the Lower East Side for once. Too bad the play totally sucked ass. But we had fun anyway. After the show we went to this bar in Greenpoint (Brooklyn) and had gigantic beers with the dude who wrote the play and one of Phil's co-workers (who was in the play). I had lots of fun hanging out and being an artist although the illusion ended when we had to leave at midnight so I could get back to Manhattan and catch the last train home.
So the past two nights have essentially been a way of taking my mind off of this whole interview process. I haven't heard anything yet, so I'm really nervous. I really want the job. And I really, really need the job. So I'll be calling on Monday again to do the whole follow up thing and hopefully I've scored that third interview. I honestly don't know what I'll do with myself if I didn't.
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