Friday night was supposed to be just a simple happy hour orchestrated by my girlfriend Crazy. The happy hour was held at a local hotel chain in downtown Baltimore.
Things were going along wonderfully until someone in our group decided they wanted to go to another spot afterwards and the others quickly jumped onboard. Since I was not driving that evening I just went along with the program.
I thought we were going to some rinky dink hole in the wall bar but when we arrived I looked at the plaque on the door and it said “American Legion Hall”. American Legion Hall???? I don’t go to American Legion Halls!
We opened the door and walked in and was decidedly confused on where to go from there. We spotted a bar behind a closed door on our left so we opened the door and went inside. It was just as I feared. Nothing but a bunch of people 20 + years older then us!! What in the…..???
Don’t get me wrong, I love older people but I was not prepared to party with them that evening. There was an eclectic group of pimps and drunks strewn all around for your viewing pleasure.
Then if that wasn’t bad enough the DJ would play a song and as soon as you started to get into it he’d switch up and play another song! Dude, that is DJ 101, “Don’t play a snippet of a song. People can’t get into the music if you keep changing it as soon as it begins.”
I just sat at the table taking in the sights, trying to stay wake when all of a sudden my girl Clueless says, “I can’t get in touch with the kids. They’re not answering their phones. I have to go and check on them to make sure their OK.” Before she could even finish that sentence I was up by the front door with my purse slung over my shoulder yelling back, “Aaaawwww, we have to go? Doggonit!” I wasn’t too eager to leave was I?
Labels: craziness, Party