It’s the weekend, and for the first time in what seems like years (but in actuality is just weeks) I have the whole weekend off. Of course my first thought was to find somewhere to get my dance on. Since I’ve never really been out to a real live 21 year old bar I thought it would be a cool and super fun idea for Jeff and I to go out. And since I was bitter at Jeff about not getting to go to Lucky and wear a green tutu and sparkly fake eyelashes and a huge green bow with shamrocks on it in my hair (not that I planned it out) I figured he would be more than happy to have a fun night out on the town with me. Turns out your whole young adult life is one big lie and trick. When I was 17 years old and thought I was super cool going to 16 and over clubs I had the time of my life dancing my heart out but always dreamed of the day I could go to a real live grown up club.
When I entered college I realized that college parties were much more fun than clubs and a little less sweaty and awkward too. Still I was sure 21 year old bars were where it was at.
Then I discovered the Rave, better than the frat party and the 16 and over clubs combined, who knew anything could be that fun! The glowsticks, the children’s bracelets, the themed outfits and every one seemed so happy…there were even carousels. I really felt like I hit the jackpot but still I was counting down the days for my 21st birthday, every bar would practical be a rave right?!
And then I turned 21! I had the most amazing weekend in Napa with my family (and Jeff too), sparkling wineries, poolside mimosas, the wine train…all perks of being 21! But, little babies, I have a secret to tell you that’s going to completely shatter your entire world and I hate to be the one to break it to you but its better to learn now than the hard way later. Bars sort of (really) suck. I’ve seen Gossip Girl, and it’s a total lie. Those high schoolers find the coolest, most suave places with cool music and fancy drinks and people dancing without sweating and stepping on your new shoes. That’s why Gossip Girl is a TV show. People at real bars have muddy feet and sweaty skin (I have a thing against sweat if you haven’t noticed) and half of them don’t even have champagne (this isn’t even a lie).
Maybe I’m crazy but can someone please just open one bar that serves prosecco drinks with glittery straws (do people actually like beer, I don’t understand…), plays old school Britney Spears and the Spice Girls, has an amazing dance floor and clean bathrooms with fully stocked toilet seat covers and a rule that no one is allowed in unless they’re fully dressed in rainbow fairytale rave clothes (too far?) Is it just me or is there totally a market for this place? #sororitygirlsunite Oh and would it be too much to ask that it’s called “The Pink Chandelier” and for ice cream and chocolate covered strawberries to be served as Hors D’Oeuvres . Also it’s perfectly acceptable to wear a tiara, tutu or wings if you want to dress like a fairy. Jeff says I’m the only person who would ever go to The Pink Chandelier but I know he must be mistaken…who’s with me?!
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