Saturday was a birthday bar crawl for my pa in law(or as i now refer to him, Glam-Pa). It was dusk as we went out to the patio at this usually obnoxious teen bar.(whoops, i mean 21 and over) . There were maybe three people out there. Very serene.
I ordered a plastic bathtub of sunset wheat, because apparently you can't get a standard pint at shit bars anymore. Ten minutes later every a-hole in Willoughby showed up. A dick in zombie makeup, a bachelorette party and other assorted aggressive alpha male chumps. I was forced to chug my tub so that we could get the hell out of there. Maybe it's because i was hanging with 55 year old men. They have no patience for that stuff. Me, i could have hung around a little longer. Oh well. I used to have fun here when i was 25.
One thing i liked was they were using a flat screen to display pictures of patrons from nights past. Doesn't sound original, but i've never seen it in action before. Maybe they'll have a picture of me frowning on there.