Drinks on a Wednesday? Don't Mind if I Do

Last night was a night which Jenn and I decided we needed to go out for drinks. So what if it was a Wednesday and we both were planning on waking up at 6:30 the next morning, we needed a drink, we're of legal drinking age and there was nothing stopping us, so we went out.

There are two locals bars in Newport in my opinion. Yes, locals go places other than these two bars, but if on any given night you are interested in finding people who's parents were raised in Newport, probably also their grandparents, and all three generations went to the high school, then these are your places to go. The two bars are Cappy's and O'Briens. O'Briens is closer to our homes, and normally has a younger crowd, so being locals (and faithful 5th warders), we went to OBs.

One great thing about OBs (there are many, including their nachos) is that Jenn used to work there, and this means we get treated extra well (OBs treats everyone well, but regulars and those who work(ed) there get treated extra well). For example: mixed drinks were poured in pint glasses rather than those weird small glasses they sometimes get mixed in (or worse, when it's really busy, plastic cups). So we grab a seat on the far side of the bar, near the wall (which is prime real estate) consume our beverages and start girl talk, which is really the whole point of going out for bevies with one of your closest girlfriends.

And then, to add to the awesomeness we were already experiencing that evening (which included very yummy nachos) Wednesday is karaoke night. Now, this wasn't awesome because I was itching to practice singing, no, this was awesome because it meant these two things: We got to listen to songs that you wouldn't normally hear at OB's (or really anywhere other than a themed event of some sort), and we got to sing at the top of our lungs to songs those songs that the we loved. Let me clear something up, karaoke at OB's is not the kind where the person singing is the center of attention and everyone gives them the utmost respect, Karaoke at OB's is sung by drunk people who normally don't sing very well. Don't get me wrong there are some amazing singers from time to time (the woman who was in charge of the music is an example) but largely it was people who couldn't sing the songs even with the lyrics staring them in the face.

So Jenn and I enjoyed our prime real estate, and our amazing status as locals verging on regulars, girl talked, heckled (if you are singing karaoke to a crowded bar, don't sing a slow song, people are just going to talk even louder over you) (if you're going to order a shot, suck it up and take it already!) (seriously, it may just be OBs, but jeans are as comfortable as sweats, and look nicer, come on now people), and had an awesome night overall. I'd like to think we were a bit like Statler and Waldorf, funny regulars with a bit of a crude side.




photo taken from Wikipedia, because it's a wonderful source of information, like what the names of the old men from the Muppet Show are.