Sometimes you wonder what the hell you're doing with your nitelife. Clubbing. Strip clubs. Playing videogames with a table full of assorted drugs with your buddies until the next day when you drive straight to work smelling like whatever you did the night before. THAT'S HOW YOU LOSE YOUR JOB.
But there's a better way, a time honored tradition that I'm sure your parents, grandparents, and their grandparents participated in...the neighborhood tavern (heretofore referred to as the "dive bar.")
The place where they hung out after work. If they did (God forbid) go out on a week night, that's where they went.
Cheers.
Trees lounge.
You've now become old enough to stay away from cover charges and go to a place where you can have a conversation with the bartender.
