Last night, hubby and I decided to get together with a friend who will be moving to another city soon. She asked to meet us at Primo’s, where they had $3 margaritas on Tuesdays. There were two things she said that made me wary of the place. First, the cheap drinks which is like a beacon for a crowd, and the second, her actual comment that by 8 pm the place is usually standing room only.
My mistake was not to eat before heading over there, and I couldn’t help not making it there until 8:15 pm because of my work schedule and where I lived. But make it we did, and if I had wanted a big crowd and no table available for another hour then I would not have been disappointed.
Nevertheless I had fun. I caught up with my friend’s plans and antics, met a few of her friends, finally got to eat. Primo’s tortilla soup and chicken sour cream enchiladas were very yummy, though the enchilada’s really rich (I took a bite of hubby’s order). I had chicken quesadillas which was just ok.
I wasn’t there to party and I felt odd doing the bar-hopping scene which I had never really gotten into before. We ended up migrating to another bar, with celebrity-sightings (Mike Madono, an athlete of some sort) to boot, and lots of beautiful, glossy people milling around. I enjoyed watching them; I like people watching, though hubby was making signs at me he wanted to go home as early as 10 pm. He doesn’t miss this scene either, and we both missed our big overstuffed couches and beds.
The setting is a single’s scene, plain and simple. The play is navigating flirtations, finding the right balance between tipsy and drunk, hooking up with the right girl/guy of the moment, and hopefully leaving together, to enjoy Act II of whatever you may want to imagine. There are dark elements in the corners of this scene. Aside from alchohol that clouds your judgement, there’s also illicit drugs thrown in the mix, yes, even among highly intelligent, successful yuppies.
I don’t know whether I’m lucky or unlucky never having to navigate the dating world much, which the bar scene and club scene seems so much a part of. I have had two boyfriends in my life. One was a 6 month not-too-serious one, and then Woody. I dated a total of 3 guys before Woody. No, I wasn’t the dating kind, and no, I was never fat or ugly. I sometimes think that I was born to be married to Woody. We clicked right away and was talking marriage a month into our relationship.
Well, the night ended, and we went home. Dating looks fun but also looks fraught with uncertainty, lonely moments, and other pitfalls. Honestly, I felt such a big relief at being married.