When I stake my claim on a new favorite bar I mean it. Friday night found my ass in the same booth at Union Hall that I spent Wednesday night in. The friday night crowd was completely different then the Wednesday crowd and by different I mean a bunch of loud assholes.
Somebody actually had the rediculous sense to bring their kids to the bar. I know, I know, having children doesn’t mean ending your social life but give me a break, it was Friday night! And these kids weren’t infants strapped into chairs or strollers. I would have no problem with infants as long as they weren’t seated near me crying. Now that bars are smoke-free environments I see no reason not to take babys to a bar, unless its a place like Siberia or The Cock. But these kids were kids – running, shouting, tantrum-throwing kids. They spent most of the night throwing the bocci balls and disrupting the adjoining court’s game.
Aside from the kids, there seemed to be a large B&T contingency, which is never a good thing, and a large group was holding some sort of awards ceremony in the rear of the bar. Despite all that, I still had a great time and resolve to continue my plight to be a fixture at Union Hall.
