here’s to another week…
It’s Friday, and that means I’m in a better mood than usual. Actually, I guess that’s a bit presumptuous, but nothing bad has technically happened yet, so, s’all good really. It helps to know that people. like. this. exist. It really helps the general outlook on life. at least for me, but that may be more because I get genuine satisfaction from others’ stupidity.
I went to Aura last night. It’s in Calhoun Square. I can’t necessarily recommend it. They have some decent deals $2.50 miller lites, $6 pizzas, some other select apps for $5, but the place itself could use some work. It’s dark as Hell. Well, Hell has those eternal fires going for it, so that’s probably not the best comparison. How about this: I’ll just describe a scenario where you’d find yourself similarly sans-luminescence. You’re trapped in a forest, Bear Grylls style; in the middle of a cloudy night with a new moon; in a shallow cave on the dark side of a hill; with nothing but a Zippo.
That may be a slight exaggeration. The point is, it’s fucking dark in there. But then there’s the size. Some of you have been past it and missed it. Some of you have seen it, but avoided it because of claustrophobia. I completely understand. There’s a row of booths along the wall. If you place a stool on the end of the table to accommodate another, the fire department is called on silent alarm. Not only are you blocking the walkway completely, but you’re risking the lives of about a dozen strangers. They have the entire wall opposite the bar mirrored. Mirrors make a room seem larger. Apparently there are exceptions.
And third, but probably most disturbing, is the D.J. booth installed above the street entrance, overlooking everything. The booth itself doesn’t bother me. There’s a ladder to it, seems to be a decent set up and it actually looks sort of cozy. It’s more that they think they could bring someone in to spin. They could move the tables at the front around and provide a dance surface of about thirty square feet. Not exactly enticing for the get wasted, sweat profusely, rub up on a stranger crowd.
But, as I mentioned, they have decent deals. If I’m around uptown it could be frequented again. As long as there’s less than fifteen people in there already. Sometimes I like having more than myself around when I pound my drinks call it label avoidance; no one wants ‘bonafide alcoholic’ on their resume. If by some stroke of luck more than one person was along with, we’d likely be at maximum occupancy. If anything were to go sour, we’d probably have a scene similar to Ladder 49 right there in the heart of uptown. No one wants that.
In related news, and by that, of course, I mean the opposite how would you like to be on the plane next to this guy? That would have been an experience to tell the grandkids. Or anyone that bellied up to the bar within arms’ reach. Sort of depends on your life goals and a certain level of related achievement. None of my business in either case. To each their own. I recommend Aura.