bars

Could somebody please explain to me the appeal of bars? They seem to be the destination of choice on Friday and Saturday night (and Thursdays, too). I went to one for Alicia Keys’s 30th birthday, and I could not escape getting elbowed and stepped on twice. I don’t drink, so I got no artificial pleasure to lean on. I don’t dance, so you didn’t find me in the center of the mob pit. I hate the noise and crowd.

I have enjoyed bars from time to time. Especially if I feel like letting loose. But are you telling me regular bar-goers feel like letting loose every week? Really?

Ok, let’s just accept the possibility that I’m just too uptight for this stuff… I’m just not in the mood to change at the moment… ok?

ina