Then on the way out Scott (who was behind me when we left) told me the bouncer guy was checking me out. Again, flattering. But before we left we decided to go to a bar in Superior to end out night. Now, the thing about Duluth is that there is no smoking allowed in any building. Nice. So you can be in the bar and it's not smoky and you don't feel like you are going to pass out from it all. In Superior...our smoking ban doesn't kick in until this summer. That kind of sucks.
The next bar? Well ladies and gents it was The Flame. Which you can assume from the name is a gay bar. Scott and Darren were hesitant at first but you know- birthday girl rules.
So here are the four girls in front of the really cheesy "water wall" that literally everybody who walked by had to touch.
The bar was kind of lame. I hate to say it but it was. It wasn't packed at all, there couldn't have been more than 40 or 50 people in there. But it was super smoky. The DJ was really awful. I mean I could have put on a better mix with my iPod than this chick. We had TLC's "No Scrubs" mixed in with Backstreet Boys, Michael Jackson, etc. I get it's a gay bar but shit. I literally felt like I was at a highschool dance from 9th or 10th grade.
Birthday girl and me. I am getting a bit tired at this point, it's almost midnight but I decided I was going to hold out. Plus hi--they were my ride. And even though I don't drink I had a lot of fun hanging out and listening to music. Even crappy music since I have been banned from rocking out at home by Matt who says he's sick of it. Whatevs, fucker.
Probably the funniest thing in the bar was the Michael Jackson picture. I mean really- that picture is the shit nightmares are made from. And I have a thing for bars. I like bars that are pretty. Like DubhLinn's was beautiful. Beautiful glass walls with bottles to the ceiling. I just think it's pretty. One time in Madeline Island, WI we went to a restaurant with a bar that was literally out of the 1940's. But this place?? My friend's basement looked better in high school.
But the highlight was this chick. No, not me. The red beast behind me. This girl has absolutely no fucking business wearing anything topless let alone this piece. (Sales people? When you see a really huge person buying a really too small piece of clothing- please say something. This shit ain't right). Anyhoodle. So this girl is also wearing some form of short leggings with a pair of heeled flip flops with her feet bulging out. And you remember my issues with feet, right? So yeah this girl and her assumed girlfriend (who was more butch than Matt could ever be) were literally grinding on the dancefloor.
Folks- it was traumatizing.
But in this picture she is of course, bitching her girlfriend about looking at someone. Or the water wall. Who knows. But when we left they were making out so I assumed it ended well.
It was a good night overall. I was texting a few people looking for laughs but then everyone ditched me for sleep. You bastards. ;) Just kidding, lambs! But it was fun to get out for a bit. Hopefully I get to do it again soon because I had a good time. Things I learned? My ass is still well liked by barwhores and my new boots got me stares from other jealous bitches. Whether they hurt my feet or not- the stares from jealous bitches makes it easier to ignore the piercing pain in my calves. :)