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| - Hate is a strong word, but I genuinely dislike this place. I'm not exactly sure why.
Maybe a rundown of my Junkie experience will help me figure it out.
The line was ridiculously long for a place that seemed like just a bar and not a nightclub. I wasn't in the mood to wait in line, so my friend pulled one of his sneaky moves that gets us in every time... working in television has it's perks.
Once inside, I felt confused and at odds with my surroundings. The music made it too loud to talk, but there was no place to dance. The place was packed and getting up to the bar proved challenging. I gave my friend a desperate 'I need a drink asap because I already hate this place' look and together we muscled our way to the counter.
After we got our drinks, my friend and I wandered aimlessly around the place and we just couldn't settle on a comfortable spot to chill. We finished our drinks and left.
Sounds fun, I know.
I just didn't feel the place at all. The people were not my kind of people. The girls all looked the same. I can't stand when a bunch of girlfriends look like each other, not everyone needs to have the same stupid hairdo. There was something off about the guys too. I did not find even one remotely attractive. They all seemed either oily, overly metro-sexual, or inflated with a false sense of self. I did give it another shot on a Thursday night and ended up leaving before my friends again. Mostly because I actually have a real job that requires my brain to start functioning by 8:30, but also because I just wasn't feeling it.
After typing my lame experience and thus reliving it, I still can't figure out exactly why I can't have a good time at American Junkie. I just can't and I really should not need to try that hard, right?
If I end up going back and having a good time, I will let you know. Just don't hold your breath.
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