Reviews of Vbar
Hm... well...Let's see...
Upon entering V-Bar, you are welcomed by a nicely decorated bar with friendly staff and a gaming room - a bunch of screens with racing horses being stared at by empty eyes of men of all ages. Not really cool...
But you move on and follow someone who looks more familiar with the joint. You come to glass doors that pass between restrooms. There's no smell, no mess and at least you know where to go when nature calls. You see a Dance Floor just ahead down some stairs - hey! not bad, not bad.
The DJ is spinning pretty standard but at least it's something you can bounce to - bit of 90's Hip Hop and RnB never caused a yawn.
Another bar resides close by. A bigger bar. That's a plus.
It's small but it's kind of pretty. Looks a little make-shift at times with cheap tables and chairs but who cares? You won't be sitting once you're wasted and the music gets louder.
You look around and notice a mixed crowd. Kinda cool! some older people, some younger, some shy, some on the prowl. You're kind of feeling it, but you're not really in the mood to dance yet... besides, there's that 1 group going a little too hard and you don't want to get elbowed... yet.
Hours pass and you're far more intoxicated but you still haven't danced. That group is sweaty now and kind of smelly and people are pouring in. It's only a small place guys, can we shuffle passed? No? Ok you're going to spill your drink on me? That's cool, cause I spilt mine all over your girlfriends bag before. We're even.
Few more hours pass and you're ready to leave now. It was ok, pretty tame but hey! you wouldn't mind coming back for a few more another day. VBar goes alright!
the next day, you check your phone....
"Oh....oh God... oh... OH MY GOD!!! What...? WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT!?"
pictures... sooo many pictures...
of you without pants on licking the DJ's headphones
drinking Agwa shots from your supervisors armpits
crying on the sidewalk with 3 hot dogs in your hands
making out with random person
vomitting in your shoe
random person from before revealed to be a cushion (you realise you're still holding the cushion right now... you throw it in fear)
your bank account is empty
your phone is cracked
there is still half a hot dog in your back pocket
you're not even in your own house.
VBar goes alright...!