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| - I've been to the Vine before, about a dozen times or so. Usually it's pretty busy, but you could still see the floor and choose where you wanted to sit and so forth.
Wednesday I got a call from a friend of mine, Rachael who lives on campus, to get a few drinks. We'd been trying to get together for a few weeks and kept missing each other. I had already had two beers and didn't feel like I should be driving if I had any more. I figured The Vine would be reasonable walking distance to her dorm and I would ride my bike back to my house (5 minutes).
Apparently on Wednesday nights, it's $1 you-call-it's. IT WAS COMPLETELY PACKED. We arrived around 11pm, so there was a $5 cover for guys and a $3 cover for girls. Hadn't seen that before.
At 11pm, the bar was about 3 deep so it was 10 minutes before we could order. Since it took that long, we both ordered 2 drinks. I got a Amber Bock after being reminded that my Stella Artois would have been $4.60. Rachael ordered a fancy drink with a fun name. It tasted like a Kool-Aid Burst from my childhood and was fairly strong. Kudos The Vine!
The only thing I'd criticize about the establishment here: The $1 you-call-its were served in these plastic cups, not the big red SOLO cups or the tiny ones that come with a water cooler, somewhere in the middle. It seemed two of them would have fit in a pint glass, so essentially $2 pints. Which is still a fine deal.
By 11:30 this place was packed. Every bro in town was here, and every girl with her chest hanging out and her best dumb face. I pointed to two guys in front of us at the bar sporting identical striped polos (with different colors) and wondered aloud to Rachael if they had a sale at the mall, and she replied that they looked like American Eagle, 2 for $25. Then I pointed to a girl with enough foundation that she could build a house, and asked Rachael if Sephora had a sale that day too. Oh mall jokes.
This really is the place to go if you want to get really drunk and have sex with another person who is also really drunk. The apex of my night came in the bathroom. I received what was the 6th or 7th mustache complement from a bro at The Vine. Another guy overheard it and took a look and was taken aback. "Do girls go for that?". Well, when they do, they really do, I replied. "Yeah well, just send em on over to me. You just send those girls on over to me." I guess some guys can't handle it.
A night full of cheap beers, bros professing love for the 'stache, and rowdy college kids looking to get drunk and fornicate. Fortunately, Rachael and I found a booth in the very very back corner with some chairs and chatted while we people watched. All in all, good times.
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