Bar Crawling

As yesterday was Saturday, I of course went out to the bars with Schmidt and about 10 other folks. Since Schmidt wasn't allowed to drink yesterday because of a sorority thing, and I was decidedly sober by the time we got to Collins at around 11, we quickly became bored and restless. It was too crowded on the dance floor and the DJ, who is normally fantastic, was playing obscure songs that we didn't feel like groovin to. We decided to leave the rest of our group and going bar crawlin down Leroux St. The main bar strip in downtown Flag. We stopped off at Maloney's first, since I had never been there when it was in full swing. Schmidt had been there lots of times, mainly with her sorority sisters, and she wasn't a big fan. Tim, a friend of Schmidt's was there and we chatted with him for a while. We danced for a song or three and then decided to move two doors down to San Felipe's, with Tim in tow.

In the picture, San Felipes is the yellow and brick building and Maloney's is just out of frame to the left.

San Felipe's was a bit dull, with only creepy guys standing around the perimeter, leering at us. At least having Tim with us kept the creepies from approaching us. I did sample my first Heineken. Gross! It smelled like skunk. Even Tim agreed that it was smelly, so it wasn't just me being weird. It didn't taste exactly like it smelled, but it wasn't far off. I am a big beer fan and I was sad to find a beer that I don't like for the first time. I know a lot of people who drink only Heinys, and now I wonder what's wrong with them. Really, it smells like skunk! After dancing for a few songs, we again moved on.


We decided to go off the strip and walk to the other side of downtown, to Mogollon Brewery. None of us had ever been there before; we still had Tim with us. The moment we stepped through the door, we were attacked by a cloud of B.O. It was so bad, we had to move to the very back of the bar where we could stand by ourselves, away from the smelly people. The crowd was non-college and very Flagstaff. Hippies and mountaineers wearing corduroy and flannel with long, uncombed hair and apparently no deodorant or shower-taking abilities. It's a shame, because the atmosphere was so nice and laid back and the place had a cool decor. But never again will we wander off Leroux. We have learned our lesson.

We headed to Boardwalk to meet up with the rest of our group, but the only one we could find was Myra. We headed back to Myra's car to wait for everyone else and think over our rather unsatisfying night of bar crawling.