Saturday night my buddy Kelly and I went to the weirdest bar I've ever been to. It's tucked away behind perkins and some trees in the world's oldest stripmall off of 86th and Hickman in Urbandale. It's called Denny Arthur's. Now I should say that it was a really fun time and I don't want to discourage you from ever going there if you haven't been there before. The drinks were cheap and the staff was cool. It was the crowd hanging out there that was strange... It was like eveyone there thought that it was their last chance to get laid. The problem was there was one cute chick and 100 desperate souls... Needless to say, it was very entertaining to watch! There was literally a line of people waiting to be the next to hit on her and she just politely shot them down one after another. She did get up and dance with a couple dudes but always said no when they tried to take her to the bar for a shot or something. The best part was when two of the BIGGEST dorks in the place begged her and her friend for a good minutes straight to leave with them and go to Drink (That bar SCREAMS loser). Now these too boys didn't think they were dorks by any means. They were all spiffed out in their Express: "For Men" outfits and frozen hair-doos. Unfortunately, they were clearly desperate and had no personality traits cool enough to cover up that fact. Pathetic is the best way to describe them. Their Frat brother's would be soooooo disappointed.... Point is she shot them down too. Actually, the point has entirely shifted from my original concept of writing about this bar. What I was getting at was that everyone other than that one girl looked like people who had missed their social window somewhere around 18 years of age. The bar was filled with folks sporting the style they obviously graduated highschool with. From the 70's to sometime in the early to mid 90's every style shouted out a big: REPRESENT BITCH! I even saw (I swear I am not lying) a guy with tight rolled jeans. He wasn't trying to bring back either. He just never out grew it or his hair or probably his Who's the Boss: Allyssa Millano poster... or his parents' basment. No offence to those of you I know for a fact are living with your parents. Sometimes you hit rough times. Also, I should say that I don't pretend to be a fasionable dresser myself. I only own jeans and tee-shirts. I do know this though. Popped collars are gay and if you wear your collar popped you are gay too. Sorry if you though there was going to be more to this blog. If I've made you mad about anything I've written... maybe it's because you're embarrassed. -jd