On with the show

This Friday, I met up with a law school friend (LSF) and she and I went to see a friend of her friend dj at what was touted as a "south african" bar. First off, I couldn't for the life of me figure out what made this bar south african... It seemed like any other NY bar: people trying to look cool yet bored sitting around low tables with candles dimly lighting their faces while sipping $10 cocktails with names like "muddled cucumber and sake martini." This place even had a "smoking room" in the back that was enclosed in glass. There was no segregation between whites and non-whites. I guess they did separate the smokers from the non-smokers... I just don't get it. It seems like every bar/lounge needs to have a shtick these days. But "south african"? Come on.

Anyways, while sipping my cucumber sake martini (it was actually quite tasty), LSF and I were entertained by a couple making out on one of the couches. This was amusing at first, but 48 minutes later after she had unbuttoned his shirt and he was blatantly copping a feel, I was bored by their antics. Another of LSF's friends was about to throw cake at the couple--while this would have been highly entertaining, technically, that would have been assault by cake--but I talked her out of it. The couple hardly ever came up for air over the course of their 48 minute show. They did stop to gulp some beer and sip at cocktails, but then they went at it again. I concluded that they were exhibitionists because there is no way that they could have been comfortable on the Ikea couch that they had claimed as their own; that and how the guy kept looking up every once in a while to scan the room to see if anyone was watching. Gross. When I left at around 1:00 am, they were still going at it (1 hour and counting).

Watching them was like watching a bad movie -- but at least I didn't have to pay $11 and didn't feel so bad about walking out in the middle of their show.