The Whiskey Bar
2203 Larimer St
Denver, CO 80205
Saturdays: 7:00 PM
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So, I had this whole blog written in which I called a bunch of inebriated, costumed girls bad words starting with the letters “c” and “t”, and lamented our having to retreat to the basement when their particular brand of merriment didn’t dovetail with our quiz.
But you know what? Fuck it. Life’s too short to stay bent out of shape over shit like that.
Yeah, it sucks when some people can’t see past their own sense of entitlement to respect other people’s enjoyment of things that don’t involve dressing in costume and bar-hopping. But hey, they’re young and they’re dumb, and I say let them enjoy their recklessness and good looks before both of those inevitably fade. Some day, reality will come crashing brutally into them in the form of an unwanted pregnancy or unexpected social disease, and maybe then they’ll realize they’re not invincible. We’ve all been there ourselves (or at least I know I have). I’ll bear no grudges, I’ll wish them well, and I’ll hope that next time they can maybe respect what other people have going on. Like I said, life’s too short to stay hung up on shit like that.
Geezis, I must be getting soft in my old age.
So again, I’m sorry for last night turning into the biggest train wreck I’ve had as a quizmaster in a really long time. I’m not going to pretend like I’m unflappable, but I’m usually better than that. I’m not used to getting beat – even at fucking Whiskey Bar, which is a battle more often than not – and it threw me for a loop. But also, again, thank you guys for being patient and cool about the whole thing. Especially Acvodads, who I should have warned about their team size before the quiz ended and I had to disqualify them; I was too caught up in trying to pull myself together to notice, and that’s totally on me.
Alright, my upstairs neighbor and his friends are being especially proud right now, so I’m gonna go somewhere that isn’t a Lady Gaga dance party on top of my head. Be good to someone this week, and maybe I’ll see you again at the crazy madhouse that we call the Whiskey Bar.
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