District 2 Bar and Grille & Gay Bars
They are the joy and bane of my existence. On one hand I always have an amazing time at both locations. On the other hand they leave me single, broke, but still happy.
District 2 is across the street from my house, full of people I love, and they know how I like my condiments. Itâ€™s my Cheers. I walk in and people know my name. If I have one too many, I stumble home. Chris (my favorite bartender) can judge by the look on my face whether it is going to be a Miller Lite Day, Cabernet Day, or if he should go ahead and pour me a shot of Whiskey. The people are incredibleâ€¦The Robs, Kenny, Dave, or the occasional visit from Matt or Garyâ€¦they always put a smile on my face. HOWEVER, I obviously havenâ€™t met a fella (well a long term fella) there yet and because itâ€™s neighborhood bar, I donâ€™t think the chances of me finding a man are good. Whatâ€™s that saying, you canâ€™t do the same thing and expect different results?? Something like that.
Then there is my home away from homeâ€¦J.R.â€™s. Â While these Sunday Fundays are spent with $3 Sky Vodka, Britney Spears playing on the TVâ€™s, and GORGEOUS MEN with beautiful bodies (who are joined by their boyfriends).Â Of courseÂ I find a lot of men that get along GREAT withâ€¦but I also know we wont be running off into the sunset anytime soon.
Between the cab rides to J.R.â€™s and the food and wine at D2 (Hello DELICIOUS Pretzel Sticks) I think I dropped a letter in my name the minute I moved into my neighborhoodâ€¦the â€œOâ€ Brooke became broke. Â Iâ€™m pretty sure I pay the utility bill every month at District 2 and may or may not have paid off one or two of the TVs at J.R.â€™s. Â
To both places I say â€œYouâ€™re Welcome.â€ And â€œThank You!â€ Itâ€™s youâ€™re fault Iâ€™m single and broke, but youâ€™re also the reason my life is fabulous.