Does O’Malley’s break your heart a little every time you go there?
I want to like it better, I really do. After all, journalistic record indicates that “it’s the hipster bar of Manhattan” (take that, Mae’s). But every time I go there, both the inside and the outside are populated by the same general sort of Massengils you see everywhere else, plus whatever music douches are there to support that crappy bluegrass band that sounds slightly worse than the last crappy bluegrass band you heard here.
“I feel sort of like I’m at a party in high school,” said a Dapper Dame.
I know what you mean. Do even all the besundressed girls here look really douchey tonight, or is it just me?
“Oh yeeeaah,” she concurred.
My drink – a double something-or-other — was pretty weak. Some of us need to actually taste the alcohol. It’s reassuring on nights like this. The band started the melody for Smooth Criminal but then segued into one of their own songs. This probably upset me way more than it should have.
The Dapper Dame had an idea.
“What’s the benefit of having all these bars here if you can’t walk around to different places with a drink in your hand?” On weekends, she said, the authorities should block off the roads to Aggieville and let everyone walk around with an open container; the city probably has enough cops here to enforce order or whatever. Eh, maybe it doesn’t.
A blonde walked in, saw her boyfriend – who strolled right on over, cradling his Michelob (really not a bad way to spend an evening, all things considered) and they promptly started arguing in low growley tones right in front of me. “Stop embarrassing us,” said the girl. “I can go.” So can I. So I did.
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