Creepy Old Men in Bars - Please Stay Home!

So, Cupcake and I decide to doll up and go to a bar we've never been to before - for our bi-weekly Friday adventures. Since we're not bar hopping sluts, this would be practically "all" of them in our town. We thought we'd try out this place called, "Club 99" and it would actually be club-like with people in their mid 20s, early 30s. This was definitely not the case. We walked in and I immediately noticed the atmosphere. It was a creepy feeling and I generally don't get like that, unless I'm really nervous of my surroundings. Men were in there 40s and 50s, maybe even older. The carpeting at the entrance was tore up and trashy, the old men were singing horrendous, lovey dovey show tunes. I thought to myself, maybe this was a gay bar and I didn't get that memo.

Cupcake was upset that there wasn't any eye-candy for her to indulge in, but that's okay - cause' she had me.

It was a rather dull 1 and a half hours for her and myself. I also really wanted to tell the blond ditsy waitress to give my money back for the weak-tastic drink she made me. Normally, when you have a long island iced tea, you can taste the alcohol and start to feel a slight buzz after a few sips. This tasted more like margarita mixer, ice and ass -- more than anything else and I didn't feel shit afterwords. I was simply appalled with this place. What a shitty, shitty hole in the wall it was. The only thing good there, was the dingbat waitress - who was quick with service.

Not the good kind either.