"Ange! Lets go to the Roadhouuu"
"COMMONWEALTH!!!"
aaaaaand cue Angelo stumbling into Commonwealth on a Sunday night like Cosmo Kramer bursting through Jerry's door at the sound of fresh groceries placed in a fridge. What does this have to do with Commonwealth? Well 70% of it's patrons have never heard of Seinfeld. Assholes.
I still like the vibe of the place. People are great to talk to but there's been an upgrade on characters here. Can a girl's name be Genie? Well it doesn't matter because Inebriated-moi couldn't help respond with "that CAN'T be your FUCKING name!"
To further reinforce this notion, I caught an old buddy spinning here who didn't take me up on my dare for him to play "Circle of Life". It's the bottom level of Commonwealth dUHBIous, it's where they play the classics, it's a Disney classic...ah forget it.
Lastly, I ran into the coolest set of adults who decided to dress up in white, sit in the splatter zone of Evil Dead, and head over here to bust a move with good ol' Ange. I miss them already.
I wonder if Commonwealth is still as trendy of a bar compared to months ago where you had to wait for a year to get a guest list going. The music, the strange but non-obnoxious crowd, the bartender staff, and even that slightly grumpy guy serving adobo pulled pork sandwiches at the caf make going here worthwhile.