This comment is so misguided and offensive, I almost don't know where to begin. First of all, loser (yeah, the gloves are off), this is not some weekly frat party where guys do body shots, start bar fights and run around naked screaming about keggers. We're talking about Jeremy (a.k.a. "Mr. Two Beers a Night") and Jay (a.k.a. "Dr. Can I Get a Prune Juice Chaser With My Ovaltine?") This is a very well-mannered, well-bred collection of individuals, some of whom don't drink at all.
A bar is chosen each week because it's simply the natural meeting place for groups to socialize. If you can think of something more appropriate, speak up. In the early days, we experimented with alternative venues (libraries, Turkish baths), but they were always unmitigated disasters.
True: on the rare occasion, the friend-of-a-friend has turned out to be the town lush, but we're prepared for such a contingency -- we haul "Port-a-Drunkies" (Plexiglas cube prisons) to each venue for the very purpose of helping these poor souls dry off in a controlled, self-contained environment. It's also great fun to watch their comic attempts to claw their way out before they lose their balance and pass out. Really entertaining. So, to the God-fearing ascetics out there, I appeal to your sense of honor and decency and ask you to give wnd a fair shake. I promise you'll still have a good time even if you're too big a sissy to order a damn drink.
Join us this Wednesday after 8:30 at:
Lola's
945 N Fairfax Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90046
Cross Street: Romaine
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