For the past few weeks, I have been going to the same bar every Friday night. Funny how each Friday morning I wake up and think, "Tonight I will not go to Revolver." Yet there I am at 9:30 standing in the pale light reflected from the bejeweled armadillo hanging from the ceiling. I gaze around and take in the scene. There are the "authentic" cowboys and cowgirls line dancing to Nelly's newest song. There are the waitresses serving drinks in black leather chaps. There are the Nellis Air Force Base gentlemen looking for love. (Ha!)
Each Friday is a slightly different experience, except for the D.J.'s playlist which is exactly the same songs in exactly the same order. You can set your watch by it.
Do I enjoy this Friday night ritual? Meh somewhat.
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