Yes, Jane Goodall.  Anthropologist.  Gorillas in the Mist…

The last few times I have gone downtown to hang out, I have felt completely out of place.

And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
Wife And you may ask yourself-well…how did I get here?

Rather than infiltrate there social group I feel the need to study it.  This is how I entertained myself during my last two visits to Shangri la (that at the $2.75 vodka tonics).  Not only was I completely amused/confused my the hipster summer wear and handle bar mustaches  but, there was something else that I couldn’t put my finger on. Who are these people?  Where did they come from?  Have they been here all along? How can they afford to drink so much?  Do they build their own bikes?

So last night wasn’t much different.

The girls and I planned to have fancy dinner and head somewhere to dance it off  in honor of Ms. Sparkles B-day.  We had dinner at  Blue Dahlia.  I had never been there but they have a ton of veggie options.  We split the hummus platter between the 4 of us then got drinks (BTW.  they will let you taste the beer and wine to aid in making your selection).  I ordered the Porcini Ravioli with  basil pesto and parmesan. Which to my surprise was not covered in a truckload of cheese.  It came with fresh mixed greens (They got extra points for not covering them with dressing that interferes with the pasta).    Dinner was awesome, as was the company.  I think between the 4 entrees, dessert, drinks for all and 2 mini bottles of champagne, the  check came to ~$75.  I will have to go back for brunch one day and the “mimosas for two”  aka the mimosa grande.

After dinner we headed off to Scoot for Raspberry Criminal.  As I stood in line I felt like I needed a hand held tape recorder or a note pad.  Maybe my own film crew.  Definitely one of those safari hats.  Who are these people?  We step inside and there wasn’t much dancing .    MJ and Prince were most famous for there dance music.  Where are the dancing drunk girls?  It wasn’t that early. I blame the Djs.   the song from Free Willy is not a dance track.  It was also a little weird that they were playing songs by  Mystikal.

My crew was feeling blah.  And where exactly were the MJ and Prince costumes.  I know it was hot out but why were there no assless crocheted pants?  We were surrounded by corporate hipsters in American Apparel clothes.  The birthday girl was sad (and a little weirded out by the excessive photog and video at the venue).  We ended up bailing and hitched a ride to Emo’s to catch De La Soul.  We felt much better (although a little pissed that they were still charging full cover at the end of the set). The show wrapped up just after midnight (can we do something about that curfew on the weekends?).

We still needed to dance it out so I suggested Beauty Bar.  Normally I avoid that place like the plague.  I figured it would be safe because their regular customers were still over at Scoot.  There was no cover so we decided to take a chance.  We lucked out.  We saw el ten eleven and proceded to catch up on dancing.  I managed to zone out and stop observing until Pirate Jenny started commenting on the mustachioed dudes.  Apparently the pimp stach and the Hitler stach are in.

We closed out the night on a good note with DJ Mel.  Mr. Pimp stach was getting a little close to Pirate Jenny but we managed to escape.