Started from the bottom, now we’re here!
My liver is still practically screaming at me for the abuse it had to take over the weekend. It was all for a good cause, the search for new places to call my own.
WareBear, D. Braz, and I may have found our newest haunt in Downtown Dallas. Best part of this new haunt, we can jump on the local DART train and ride straight down to its front door.
The atmosphere of this joint was totally laid back, cool, and the food truck was an added bonus to the night.
I decided to take my chances with the beer flight, which was fine for a mild beer drinker like myself. When it comes to fine beers, I’ll stick with a Shiner Bock. Friday evening, I took my beer tasting to the next level and was extremely proud of myself.
I branched out and tried something a little bolder than usual…. The guys recommended number 25, Firestone Walker Wookey Jack Black Rye IPA and it was a definite slap in the taste buds, but a good slap! After enjoying our beer flights and the guys making some purchases we chalked this up as a total success.
The next stop was for Saturday night and we took a complete different route to check out Urban Crust and 32 Degree Rooftop bar. Completely different scene than Friday night. WareBear and I found a table upstairs with prime people watching real estate. Oh and people watch we did! The crowd was a mixture of different people (young and old), numerous flocks of both single and married women ready to dance, and the guys were out in full force. WareBear and I managed to order some drinks (the frozen peach bellini was delicious), an appetizer, and pizza with impeccable service.
After eating, socializing, and people-watching the gravitational pull to the dance floor was inevitable. I wanted to drop it like it’s hot and back that ass up! The dance floor was a little too small for my liking and cramped, but nothing was going to stop me from getting my wobble on.
Yes, they played the wobble. Yes, I was the only person who actually knew how to do the dance. No, I couldn’t effectively get all dirty and gritty with my wobble because the dance floor was so cramped you could barely move. To top it all off, they played Juvenile’s Back That Ass Up right after it.
Needless to say, I did just that and then called it a night.
And there you have it, my weekend shenanigans.