Tonight started out as any blog night does. We put on our cute dresses, bemoaned how the weather is getting cold, and we had to wear jackets. We shivered at the T station and ended up in the Back Bay area. The place we wanted to go, Clery’s, had a long line so we decided to go around the corner to another spot that had been recommended, Coda’s. It was a typically Boston bar; upscale, exposed brick walls, dark lighting, mid-20s crowd, etc. The only seats were at a small table near the bar so we got a drink and sat there. No one spoke to us or even looked in our direction, not even the waitress. That being a bust we decided to go back to Clery’s and wait in the line!
Back together after a break in the blog!This was a first for both of us because neither of us have actually waited in a line to get into a bar. There really was nothing special about the bar so we didn’t understand why there needed to be a line. But we enjoyed watching the bouncer interact with the customers and listening to people drop names of staff members they knew who worked there so they could cut the line. My favorite interaction was a totally white Boston guy, red hair, freckles, the whole bit, telling the African American bouncer that his “homie” worked there. While we were in line we were between 2 groups of all males. However, still no talking or interaction.
After not too much time or drama we got into he bar. It is a really big space with a front bar area, a back bar ar
ea and another sitting room. The music selection was a good mix of dancehall, old school hip hop and newer hip hop (later we were amused at the very serious looking bouncer who’s job it was to select the music). The drinks were also well-priced at $6 for a Mount Gay rum and coke. And so with drinks in hand we began our laps of the place. We circled and circled like we were at a track meet. We stood close to different cute groups of guys, tried the 5 seconds of eye contact and smile that has been recommended. Nothing was working and time was TICKING DOWN! This could not be another boring blog entry with no action.Then we were standing around watching a dance-off between a guy and a girl and one of the guy’s friends came over to talk to Rachel. We will call him Dan for the sake of the blog but we don’t think he ever really disclosed his name. Dan and Rachel talked for a bit and then Dan announced that he lived right across the street, was having a house party, and we should come. And so in light of the 5 drinks we had drank and in the name of the blog, we went.
It was actually not right across the street but up the street, around the corner, and up 5 flights of stairs. It seemed a little weird at some points but Dan was kind of dorky and harmless. We got to his apartment and the over-powering smell of bacon and pot wafted out. Just by standing in the kitchen we got 2nd hand high and became second-hand carnivorous. It reminded me of college parties, wayyyyy back in the day. They even had an ice luge for doing shots. Luckily Dan had some Mount Gay rum and so we were on to the next round. All of Dan’s friends were giving him high-fives and patting him on the back for bringing not one but two girls home from the bar. Dan thought he was getting some. Rachel and I laughed because we both knew he was not. So Dan gave us a tour of the apartment and showed us his room. He asked if we wanted to go in his room and play cards. I don’t know what that was actually supposed to mean but we declined. We talked, Dan was very drunk, we were surprisingly sober. We went back into the living room where all of his male friends were and started a dance party using the Pandora feature on the TV. One of his friends said that we were "beautiful" which was an ego booster! Everyone was dancing and it was fun until Rachel went to the bathroom Dan decided he was going to dance with me, which was fine until he was grinding on me and he seemed a bit excited. It was just a bit creepy that Dan was going after both of us, or really whoever would ultimately sleep with him. Then a guy came out in the living room in only his boxers and we decided it was time to go. We made an abrupt, quick and probably awkward getaway. On the way out Rachel told Dan, “You really should interview someone before you bring them home from the bar.”
The apartment.... "just across the street"At this point it was around 2:30am. We were picked up by a really nice Jamaican cab driver who knew exactly how to get us home without needing directions. He also told us about all of the businesses that had existed in Dorchester many years ago. So the night ended on a nice note.
