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| - Ugh. The Beauty Bar review. The one I knew I'd have to do but had been putting off.
There's not much to say that hasn't been said. If you're completely into hanging out with 19 year olds with hi-fashion mullets who dance like they're trying to kill a swarm of bees emerging from their knees, this is totally your place. If you're not into conversation or sitting, it's your mecca. If you like hearing the same Smiths, Joy Division and Depeche Mode songs over. and over. and over. because the 80 are, like, so totally IT right now, please please please go to the Beauty Bar so I won't run in to you.
If you're, oh, 23 or over or actually like a variety of music or don't feel like taking 15 minutes to make your way the same number of feet, you might want to find another place to spend your evening.
When the Beauty Bar first opened up, it was actually pretty delightful. My crew and I would go there on the weekends, secure a couch in the corner, listen to someone who we probably knew spin some decent records, and drink ourselves blotto around other people who were of age to do so. It didn't take long for the word to get out, though, and the underage hipster kids came a-runnin' and a-ruinin'.
I added one star to acknowledge the fact that there are sometimes bands that stop there that are actually worth braving all this hullabaloo to see. I got to see Say Hi To Your Mom, one of my all time favorites, for free, playing three feet away from me. That partially softened my cold, hard heart.
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