When it finally ended, everyone hit the bar to mingle and exchange numbers and stories.
One guy got a drink thrown in his face and subsequently got booted out.
Not that anyone was paying attention to what was up on stage.
There was business to be taken care of on the darkened floor, after all.
"So the chance to freely mingle with a crowd outside of my typical haunts was immediately appealing.
'Keep a tally of how many agree and let me know how many you get at the end of the night! He agreed that that was a good use of our dating time and headed to the bar, where seemingly half of the other daters had had the same idea.' she said as the song changed and our time ended." -- Brett At one point I was nursing half a warm sip of Tecate and I desperately looked at my date. Some were already coupling off including one of the friends I had brought along, heavily petting a mustachioed hipster in a dark corner." -- Kari "After the first two dates, the rest blurred together.Every lady I talked to was engaging, excited to be there, and just plain nice.I noticed a shrine of sorts, complete with a Christlike rendering of a canonized Lemmy, the recently deceased frontman of Motörhead.In an odd bit of juxtaposition, the live-action movie from the '90s was being projected on the far wall.
Two intrepid Thrillist writers, unbeknownst to one another, attended to find out.