This has been a serious bone of contention between myself and friends of mine over the years, particularly when I am out with people that want to wait in line, and I don’t. I refuse to wait in line to go into a bar, and have (on more than one occasion), opted to leave my friends and catch up with them later, rather than wait outside to go into
I just don’t get it at all. And throw a cover into the mix as well, and there is near a zero percent chance that I will be going inside. Waiting in line and paying a cover? Forget it.
In a city like Boston, there are hundreds of bars and restaurants, and the bars in particular, are all basically the same. Stupid Irish name, overpriced drinks, bad music, and throngs of drunken guys looking to fight and girls looking to be fought over. So my point to friends is always, why go to Stupid O’Covers where there is a line and a cover charge, when we can go two blocks down to Happy O’Beers, which has no line and no cover. Same beer, same douchbaggery walking around in button down shirts and short skirts, same friends with me, so what’s the downside?
Despite what I think is pretty clear logic here, I am somehow in the minority more often than not when this discussion is had. Go figure.
ANYWAYS, Boston.com has a pretty yawn-inducing piece on line-waiting and the apparent awesomeness of it all, complete with gems like this:
Ned Devine’s has one of the most festive lines in town, especially for 20-somethings on a BNO (big night out). After 11, you can expect to wait outside for up to 45 minutes…The wait can also become part of the experience. If you get hungry, there are stands serving up sausage and popcorn chicken near Ned Devine’s. Once the line reaches the lobby of Ned’s (the final holding pen), patrons can order a drink from the downstairs bar.
So basically, you can wait for 45 minutes to get into Ned Devine’s of all places, and once in the “final holding pen”, you get the privilege of actually ordering a drink, just short of entering the actual bar, which in case you haven’t been before, is unbelievably underwhelming.
Wow Boston.com, it DOES sound awesome!
Wait a second, no it doesn’t.
Next time you are waiting in line at Dillons and decide that you want to actually want to go INTO a bar rather than wait OUTSIDE of one, cross the street and meet me at Bukowskis. I’ll be the one at the bar, not waiting.
One Response
Eric
August 15th, 2007 at 4:04 pm
I love to wait in lines at bars and then, when I get into the bar, I love to be pressed up against all the hot, sweaty people and wait in another line to pay $6 for a flat beer that the dude next to me makes me spill all over the other dude next to me who then starts to flex his beer muscles and challenges me to a dick-off. I also love to write gigantic run-on sentences and to poke my eyes with steaming hot butter knives. It’s just good, ol’ fashioned fun!
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