There's nothing that will make you feel more like an elderly person at age 24, then spending your Saturday night at the Joshua Tree. After having awkward convos with several groups of guys, I looked at my friends and said, "You know you're in trouble, when every single person you talk to asks you where you go to school." And they did. When we replied "We're not in school," they looked at us like we were delinquents or something...maybe we decided not to go to college? Or maybe we were still in high school? No, we must have misunderstood the question. "Sooo, do you, like, go to BU?"
When I told one guy I had been out of college for 3 years, he looked at me like I was crazy. "How old are you?" "24..." "NO!" he was completely shocked. "Um yeah, I'll be 25 next week." He just stared, like he had never seen someone so old in his lifetime. 25??? And in a bar??? Imagine that. I was so tempted to say something like "Yeah, you know, botox works wonders...I look good for my age, huh?"
Despite the fact that I'm pretty sure the drinking age in Boston is still 21, half of the people in the bar were definitely not 21, which didn't really make us feel any younger. While we were standing outside the bathroom, we had the pleasure of watching a girl who was so ridiculously drunk, she was falling everywhere, slurring like crazy, and was basically a huge mess. Definitely not 21. Thank God, she finally got kicked out. Everyone in the bar just looked like children. Little boys with baby faces trying their best to pick up girls, though they don't yet have any game. Girls who have no clue how much they can drink in short little dresses that were obviously purchased after mom and dad dropped them off at the dorm. When did I get so old?
It's really too bad, because the Joshua Tree has a lot of potential. It's nice and roomy with huge TVs and slushie machines. They played fabulous music and I hear the food is pretty good too. We decided we'd maybe go back on a Sunday afternoon for a Patriots game. "Right," Chelsee said, "Sunday afternoon...when all of these little kids are doing their homework." "Umm," Nina replied, "These kids don't seem like the homework type." So true. But we can only hope that they're more careful with the ID checking in the daylight. Or else we'll have to wait for Christmas vacation...or next summer before we go back. I guess 24-year-olds just aren't meant to go out in the Allston/Brighton area during the school year. Live and learn.
We decided that next time we are in a situation such as tonight's, we are making up fake names and answering "Yes, we do go to BU." In any case, it's nice to know that for such an old lady, I can still pick up some fine 21-year-old men...er, I mean boys. Awesome.
The only thing that can make you feel older than seeing a "baby" in a bar, is having one yourself. But if you are a parent, take care of your kids with cloth diapers. And get flashy with organic and trendy diaper bags, which are affordable.
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Welcome to Madison on a Saturday night... or Friday... or Thursday...
The nice thing is, if the bar you're at isn't up to your standards, walk 10 seconds in any direction and, voila, another bar. If you get sick of the typical college bar scene, you can always head to the bars around the Capitol where the atmospheres are more mellow and there are less fall-over-yourself drunk people.
Haha!
They wouldn't let me in to Joshua Tree one night a couple of weeks ago because I didn't have my ID. If you check my profile, you'll see that I'm a little older than the typical Joshua Tree clientèle. Hell, I've got a kid older than the bouncer! But no go. WTF!
But, I have had a couple of good nites at Joshua Tree. Avoid Saturday nite and make sure there's a Boston game on and it's not bad. Too many of the girls haven't looked up to realize that the sign doesn't say Tonic anymore.
Having just turned 24 and spending my birthday in Allston, I feel you really hardcore. My friends and I are all 23-27, and thankfully Common Ground was a similar crowd. But as soon as you walked out the door -- BAM! -- twenty five drunk nineteen year old girls wearing shirts for dresses and falling all over each other. And twenty-year old fratster wannabes high-fiving and trying to get in their shirts. . .er. . .dresses.
I feel like we need to enlist the FD to patrol on weekend nights and spray underagers with fire hoses. But that would just encourage them.
they sure were the "homework type" for Monday Night Football! It was all old people that night! Such an inconsistent crowd.
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