
So a personal trainer, teacher and fashion stylist walk into a bar........
It was a night and the first night we haven't had a down pour of rain in the last couple of weeks. You could feel the excitement in the air.
We met a few friends out for finger food and drinks at Buffalo Wild Wings, not the classiest place around but the wings and margaritas there are amazing. Unable to sit on a barstool for more than an hour we decided to take our little party to one of the more comfortable seated bars down the block.
Now I had just moved back to Stamford CT a year ago from Manhattan and I didn't remember the streets being so flooded with drama when I used to live here.
There was a hit and run right in front of the new Barcelona restaurant and Police we every where. To avoid the commotion we headed south a block to the bar Grand. Years ago when I had lived in Stamford, Grand was the nicest bar in town. Grand opened with a contemporary NYC upscale feel and was often frequented by older 20-30 somethings. Not any more.
It was about 10:30pm and walking up to the entrance I noticed the girls smoking out side the bar looked no more than 19 years old with overly tanned skin, dark hair and a permanent stink eye a fixed on their face that only grew worse when any girl walked by them.
Skimming passed the laser red heat coming from their eyes as we walked in, the bar was moderately crowded with mostly men. Poorly dressed men in cargo shorts and Affliction shirts hung out at the bar while scantily clad under age girls cruised passed them with the hopes their outrageous outfit attempts would at least get them free drinks.
Sipping our drinks we all stood back in amazement as what seemed like the short bus from Westchester NY pulled up.
One dark haired girl after another strutted in while even more men on Growth Hormone sporting too tight Affliction shirts and white Pumas puffed into the bar area.
The outfits were absolutely like something out of a bad porn. I saw plastic hooker heels paired with laced up shiny stretch mini dresses that were so short we even saw butt cheek. The kicker was seeing so much glitter. The last time I saw so much glitter was on Tranny's when I worked at Crobar. The bad fashion was everywhere. I felt like we stumbled onto a cult because everyone there looked the same.
At this point I was breaking into hives...glitter gives me hives.
We left and went to Market to digest what we had just seen. We felt raped of all reason. Do any of these people have TV at home? Who says it's ok to dress like that? Don't they watch "The Hills"? Or "Gossip Girl" after all they couldn't have been not a day older than 19.
This is why I feel it is necessary to blog...to break people out of their bubble and to at least to make my evenings out more visually pleasant.
Will Westchester NY ever change???