Boys: Societal expectations exist for a reason..

Ok…So, at the risk of sounding redundant, I met this guy (2 days ago, at the always classy Dark Horse…). For whatever reason, my favorite opening line is quickly becoming “Hi, you’re cute!” Call me tactless, but I would choose to consider myself direct and straight forward—my methods save time and energy that could be allocated otherwise.  So far it has worked out well.

Anywhoooo…He asked me to grab a drink with him and a couple friends, and so I brought a friend as well.  We got to the meeting place, and he had a girl with him?  Call me old fashioned, but if you ask a girl to meet up for drinks and you’re interested in her, you should proooobably not bring another girl with you.  And pay for her drinks.  And drive her home.  And then call me expecting to hang out.  Just sayin…  I am a major fan of unconventional dating approaches, but when they appear in the form of a female 3rd wheel on what was supposed to be a date, I'm going to wish you two the best.  For the sake of pointing out the obvious (or so I thought), I’m just going to go out on a limb and say that’s not ok. 


Apprehensive about your courting approaches,


Salli   

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To the AMish:

Monday evenings at Dark Horse is a sad sad scene. Aging party animals, older couples, the occasional young person that may be able to hold a legit conversation. But after only a few seconds, it’s impossible to ignore the vibrations and distinct beat insistently traveling from your feet through to your heart. It’s five bucks each to follow your gut to the basement of Dark Horse. This last night, Salli and I only had eight bucks total, with about $1.39 in change. The bouncers were lovely and turned down our change, and accepted our measly $8. Immediately, it’s obvious that 89% of the fun people in the Highlands are dancing to karaoke graced by a live band. It’s worth saving your pennies. It’s an semi-underground ambiguously hipster (does that mean they’re true hipsters? How ironic) crowd. A lot of people we met were either musicians or graduate students at Emory or Tech. It seemed like a more mature crowd that had their heads on straight, which was surprisingly refreshing. Just a warning, you can’t buy pitchers downstairs. Karaoke starts at 10 and lasts until 2amish (after re-reading this, I’ve realized I need to clarify. I’m not suggested that the party goes ‘to Amish’ but rather to two in the morning, ish)

(12/3 Footnote: Two of our girlfriends visited Dark Horse recently on a Monday, and actually claimed that there were more people of better quality upstairs than there were downstairs. So try it out yourself. Explore.) 

Always adventuring, 

June

The Most Memorable Unrememberable night

This was a bad night. Maybe one of my worst. Although I had had a drink or two, I was not drunk. In fact, of all the nights to remember, I am extremely upset that this occurred… to the point where I don’t really want to talk about it.  The good news, is that I learned my lesson and never ever ever ever again will make such an obviously bad decision. 

Regretfully,
June

Happy Halloween lovelies!

Salli and I are going to be hitting up the Highlands (surprise!). Maybe we'll see you around Hand in Hand, Dark Horse, Noche, Atkins, or Moes and Joes. Look for Salli's lack of proper bottoms and my wrongful holiday attire. 

Vodka tonics are the talkative-side-of-the-brains best friends. 

Happy Halloween!

June

Precious Yinzer (Dark Horse)

I don’t know what it is with uncontrollable loads of hungry and late night drinking. There has to be a scientific explanation for this (this question is up for grabs…Bueller? Bueller?) Coley, one of our mutual friends, on this particular night had her heart set on one thing: a large Dominoes pizza. First off, their ads are great. Admitting that your product is shit, and then inviting everybody to test your new product was pretty ballsy.

ANYWAY. The selection of guys was alright-- we did end up meeting two fellows: Precious and Yinz that seemed nice and respectable. They told us about some more mature, classier things to do around town (What? Dark Horse isn't classy??), such as the High Museum. I've got to go to soon-- at least before Dali rewaxes his mustache.  

Digging the stache,

June

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