Saturday could have been chalked up as a total waste of makeup if Mr. Tiki had not stepped in. My little sister and I were out downtown – something we rarely rally up for – and it was not going well. www.isyourglasshalfempty.blogspot.com can give you the scoop on the events that took place prior, but long story short, we were in need of some TLC and fast. Enter Tropical Paradise. We wandered to Mister Tiki’s Mai Tai Lounge, dazed and confused and feeling like fish out of water. Among other lessons, the night had proven that we had missed the memo that mini dresses and short shorts, not jeans and a hot top, are Bar Wear for 2008. And P.S., when did downtown turn into the mecca for bald headed, striped shirt and blazer wearing, toolboxes? I digress…..
In true Glass Half Full fashion, we tried to revive our spirits by planting ourselves at the bar and moving on to Plan B. Deep into our discussion of how to salvage our Saturday, our bartender appeared and greeted us with “How can I get you ladies wasted tonight?” We giggled and began to relax. By the end of the evening (we closed the place down), we had forgotten all about Plan A and the fact that love was not to be found in the Gaslamp. Instead, we bonded with the bartender and each other over the fact that (his words) “we were the only normal people there”.
The silver lining to this – the bill. Ready to head home, we asked our new friend for our tab. He slid our bill across the bar with a broad smile. $8. Yes, $8. For four drinks. We happily gave him more and headed to the car.
$8 for parking and we were on the road home, ready to take off our jeans and hot tops (never to be replaced with a mini, mind you) and dream of a better outing next time. Sixteen dollars (plus tip) for good conversation and a reminder that we’re the normal ones– not a bad Saturday after all.
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