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| - For years I've been dragged to this place by my boys and always vowed to not say yes the next time it happened, but I did, dammit, I did. Each time i went just beyond sucked. I would try and order drinks, only to be looked over to the guys behind me, I would play pool and be called a cunt, I would even come as part of the gay dart league, playing against their team for charity, and always always received second-class treatment for my lack of a penis. The last insult was their institution of the no bags over the size of like a No. 10 envelope. I learned this at the door as I watched guys walking out of the bar wearing backpacks! I happen to carry a lot of shit around, and will not be the lezbot in cargo shorts! Needless to say, I had turned down countless offers of meeting there after finally being fed up with all the bullshit. I mean, come ON. But, a couple weeks ago, my girls wanted to do a bike and booze, with Charlie's as one of the spots to hit. I cast my longstanding grudge aside, borrowed my roomie's little shoulder bag which fell under the acceptable size limits, and pedaled on over with my homies. And, I'm glad I did. It was a Thursday, their 2-4-1 night, was moderately busy, and I was immediately greeted with a smile by one of their cutie bartenders, was served awesome and well-poured shots, and in general, had a great time. I learned that the lady-hatin guys had all been ditched a while ago, which was great to hear. This is not to say it isn't biased, and some of the older male clientele threw daggers from their cataract-addled eyes, but f*ckit. It was the first time I'd been there that my money spent the same, and I was treated with respect and encouraged to have a good time. It certainly won't be a destination spot for me, but I definitely won't hesitate when invited to swing down and hang with friends.
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