Manager Lacks People Skills but Has a Full Beer
Upon walking in to JR's, you can't help but notice the large TVs hanging all over above eye level. I do like the TVs, because a solo traveller like myself can walk in, order a cocktail, and be amused by the pop videos on the tube. That's about it. The crowd is everything from prancy twinks to old republicans still in their suits from a hard day at the capitol. The attractiveness of the patrons is hit-or-miss, and the possibility of conversation is slim. Monday nights are fun because of the show tune videos playing, but on other nights the crowd is sparse and the men have the social skills of a neanderthal. The two times I was approached by two men to whom I made no overt eye contact, which left me wanting to permanently attach my cell phone to my ear, or walk in with radio dj sized headphones on so that I discouraged any other conversational morons from approaching me. The first contact winked and then made his way over, despite my telepathic attempts to discourage him from approaching, and then told me we should leave together and perform cirque de soliel acts together in my hotel room. I used the boyfriend defense and he practically slammed into the back wall to get away. The second complemented my glasses, and was not discouraged by my thanking him and immediately averting my eye contact, complemented with a beer sip. He proceeded to rub his leg all over me and attempted to start the dry hump, and suddenly I received a phone call from my imaginary boyfriend on my cell phone set to silent. The only redeeming qualities of this bar were Alex and Chris, two cute, friendly bartenders who exuded warm and friendly smiles added with a bit of flirtation. Better ask for a last drink though, because after one of the nice bartenders left, I was turned down for a drink without the offer of a last call.