I don't hate all bars

A while ago I posted about how I hate going to bars. I guess I should edit that to say I don't hate all bars. On Thursday night, I went out to the bar with some people I know in Philadelphia. I had to be in the Philly office for work on Friday. It was K-Lo's birthday on Thursday, so I decided to fly into town Thursday night. K-Lo and some of her friends were going to Jolly's Piano Bar in Center City. This bar is awesome! I had been there once before and was disappointed in the place, but the problem was that the piano player sucked that particular night. The guy playing the piano on Thursday night was very entertaining. Piano bars are definitely a lot of fun. I made a request for 'Cecilia' and the called TheDogDoctor so that she could listen, but she didn't answer her phone. Boo urns.

I may not have arrived in Philadelphia until 9PM (stupid flight delay), but I caught up pretty quickly with those that had been at the bar for a couple hours. I didn't realize we stayed until 2AM until someone explained why I was tired and had a splitting headache the next morning. I understood the splitting headache part, but I had no idea we were out so late.

There was one pretty funny story from the bar on Thursday. Anyone who knows me is well aware that I never talk to random girls at the bar. I'm pathetic and have no game I know. Well, somehow I ended up talking to these two lovely girls at the Piano Bar towards the end of the night. They were both trial lawyers enjoying a night out and were like the only two people in the bar not celebrating K-Lo's birthday. Well, at some point I was sure my friends had ditched me and gone to Tir Na Nog, another nearby bar (I have no idea why I thought this). Well, the two girls walked with me to 'The Nog', only for me to find out that my friends were still at the piano bar wondering what the hell happened to me. While waiting for my friends to show up, the girls insisted that I give them my phone number and plan to attend their Mardi Gras party on Saturday night. I was returning to CT Saturday morning and had plans with my aunt and uncle on Friday night, but I didn't mention that and just gave them my number. I figured that in the rare event that one of the girls called the next day, I could change my travel plans and take a train back later this weekend. I really didn't care if they called or I would have asked for their phone numbers at the same time. No surprise, but they didn't call and I returned to Hartford this morning. I know, I have no game. Whatever. They were probably just as wasted as I was. Sadly, it's the most luck I have had with a girl in a while. Baby steps. Baby steps.

Of course, I couldn't waste a day of work with a hangover since the company paid to fly me into the PA office on Friday. I had a meeting with the division CFO on Friday, so I had to get my act together pretty quickly that morning. It was not at all easy, but I survived and held up better than most of the others who went out the night before. A couple actually left the office "sick" for all or part of the day on Friday. My boss busted on me a bit for being hung over, but I know he didn't mind as long as I was still productive at work. He's been trying to convince me for a while now to move to Philadelphia when I am up for my next rotation toward the end of this year, so he was glad I had a good time Thursday night.

As much fun as I had with my friends in Philly on Thursday, I cannot party like that on a regular basis. I drink like once or twice a month these days and rarely stay out until closing time at the bar.