The Bad Bar...... So, after we had all carb-loaded for the evening, and I was finally feeling totally, competely recovered from the effects of Karaoke and Evil Dwarves in my head, I decided I would go out and beg God to send the Dwarves back for the following morning, via a trip to the Bad Bar.


Now.... from all I had read and heard about the place thus far, I knew that my dinner attire would not be suitable wear for the Bar. So I proceeded to return to my room and change. And I wasnt the only one who wished to do the same. In fact, nearly everyone made some comment about wanting to "get changed".... But whether that was the case or not, I couldnt tell you. I seem to have lost my memory of what various persons were wearing at dinner..... I think it was the shock of the M,F,K game that shorted out my memory of what people wore at dinner. Not sure it matters at this point either. SOOO... I changed, and headed to the bar. I'm not sure exactly what I was expecting when I got there, but whatever it was... was totally dwarfed by the reality of what it is. Harry the Hipster”Gibson” was a talented musician from the 130's and 40's, who had several hit songs. He played stride piano, and boogie-woogie style jazz. I can only guess that this bar is named for that person.

NOW...For those who have never met any of the other Diaryland people, let me just say that you are seriously missing out. The range talents, the depth of character, the massive well of intelligence of the assorted individuals is damn near impossible to duplicate.... (unless we all assemble together again... and then, well .... it will have been duplicated). I kid you not folks. They all write like they were Shakespeare in a previous life... and I already mentioned how good everyone sang.... Assembled among them are Financial Planners, IT Genuises, College Admissions Counselors, Sucessful Entrepeneurs, Counselors...If you ever need advice about any walk of life... this is the group to get it from. And, let me tell you what. Every single one of them was reduced to a puddle of jello-like substance....but I'll come back to that.

I got to the bar, and tripped over the frame as I came in. Not the fall on your face trip... the OMG i cant believe I just did that kind, where you take a furtive look around to make sure no one was watching. I wondered to myself if that was a precursor for the rest of the night.... tripping over myself. The Bad Bar is.... AWWWWEEEE SOME...Its bright, even with the main lights off, (which I consider a plus), and has fun neon. I was immediatly handed the bendy-glow-rod-thingies, which I proceeded to put around my neck. I consider this necklace, a sign of my new status of "Groupie-Slave of the Bad Bar" (I think we should all get T-shirts made... big Harry The Hipster logo on the front and Groupie Slave of the Bad Bar on the back, in various day-glo colors). As I gazed around at the assembled others.... they were all being initiated into the same . I took a moment to look around at this point. I could see that it wasnt a giant bar.... but, it was someting better. It was friendly. The actual bar itself sat in the middle of the largest part of the bar. Its a circle, rather than a rounded rectangle, like you see at most bars. I could see in the back a "Photo Booth" sign, and a photo booth under it. I would later come to love that machine. For now though, as I watched, several of the Diaryland women were headed in that very direction. My first thought at seeing that of course was "Wow... going to the photo booth to commemorate the night... how cool is that!" What they were actually creating was.... the very first Diaryland Trading Card Set. (wicked evil grin) Anyway... behind the bar... serving drinks, were the bartenders. Hot Nancy, who is smokin hot, Hot Jason, her husband, and Dave. All of who turned out to be not only a good time, but also, wickedly seductive. See... the aforementioned "Groupie Slave" thing... yah... its all their fault.

The bar was already filling up, so it was a good thing we got there when we did. I was immediately handed a bottle of the well-mentioned in other places "Boones Farm". It was pretty tastey, and I could see myself being laid low in the morning by the Evil Dwarves again if I continued with that. So.... instead, I chose my standard G&T. Not such a good idea. Apparently the leftover toxins of the ale from the night before were going to wrestle with rail gin. :| Yikes. So i asked for a water to go with it, hoping the water would wash away the slightly queasy feeling I had going. Now, normally, when you ask for a water at a bar.... its a buck-fifty or so, or a tiny little glass of it. NOPE.. big 22oz glass with ice and water. I reached for the wallet, and I look at Hot Nancy, (all ready being sucked into the slavery) and ask how much...No charge... and she shrugged it off as if i were insane for asking. Wow... i went, and turned to the group. Some of who were allready climbing up on the dancing ledge. I got waved up.... SO.. i danced some.... And realized that I hadnt had enough alcohol yet to be doing this. SOO.... down I went. And so I drank. And caroused.... and moved around... and watched the gorgeous women of D-Land "shake their thang" on the dancing ledge. At one point, I was talking to Min and Kevin. Kevin started laughing, and I asked what.... and he leaned over, and out of the window, across the street, we could see two old women. Two old women who were starring into the bar, at the women of D-Land dancing in the window! And.... they kept on... for what seemed like ten minutes! We thought they were going to keel over in shock. At one point they were actually gesticulating and pointing... I imagine the conversation was something like this.... "Why wasnt there a BAD BAR like that when we were that age.... " followed by "When we were that age, they were called speak-easies... now stop starring and come on.. my rheumatism is acting up...."

It wasnt long after that, however, that Luva introduced me to a great drink that was the house specialty..... "The Mango Bomb" its a shot of red bull mixed with a shot of malibu rum. And damn were they tasty!! And Damn... if the red bull didnt perk me up, too! I threw over my standard after one "Bomb" and drank pretty much only the bombs for the rest of the night. Spruced with a side of water, ofcourse. And the alcohol flowed..... at one point it flowed freely!!! Weet's great idea to sell the glow rods to the other patrons, netted us each a free drink!!! Throughout the night, at some point, everyone danced... everyone... Luva did the dance on the bar thing.. twice... I was up on the ledge a couple times... I even joined a conga line that went around the bar several times... I have no idea to what song though... :S I was too busy trying not to fall over, or trip over people, to notice the tune. Its a baaaaaddddd bar. I never conga.... and that was the phrase heard most through out the night.... :D "Its a baaaaaaaad bar.... "

It was about this time, right after the conga, that Jess gave me one of her "photo booth pictures". Until this point in time... I had been completely unaware of what had been going on in the photo booth. AND... as I discovered what the picture was.... and my jaw dopped about 7 stories, Kevin and Min came up next to me! And... unaccountably .. somehow, her boobs were covered!! WITH MORE BOOBS!!!! I about coughed up a lung laughing. Ms. Bix came up at that point... and added another picture, asking Min to make... "adjustments", so that there would be more room, for more pictures! Weets though, didnt just ask... she demenstrated fully what to do to show more clevage. And so Minarae did it!!!! Now... I can only imagine that I stepped into some Twilight Zone-like side demension here, because, at that time, dancing on the shelf behind us, was Mare. (find the picture on weets page, and you'll get this next comment)Im not sure if it was some subliminal thought, but, as I looked up... she ALSO made a similar adjustment. Now.., coincidence you may say, but... ten minutes later.... i saw Penny talking to Carissa .... and... Carissa did it too!! Grabbed her boobs!!!!! Wide eyed... I moved toward the front corner of the bar... not sure I had just seen what I thought I had seen over the last ten minutes. Luckily for me, though, Scotty Boom-Boom had also seen her do that... and he gave me the phrase of the night. In that space of time.... I saw more public boob grabbage than i had ever seen... and dammit... I didnt get to do any of it!!!! (I would like to put in here... that I am not in any way a leche. I AM however, a red-blooded American male, and certain things... OH MAN!!!) Eric, who had come up to satnd beside us, then proceeded to tell me several tales of past ummm.... incidents of a similar nature in that bar. Anyway… by the end of the night we were all tired from dancing and serious carousing. I have to tell you though…. As fun as it was…. :P It truly, truly is....

The Bad Bar.