I’d been wanting to make Big Louie’s one of my visits, since I heard of their famous Karaoke nights. I got a text from my friend Alyssa and I was out and about, so we made plans to meet up there. I know, I know…my blogs are supposed to be about me going to these places alone and what happens when I do, and the last few, I haven’t been alone. I’ll remedy that this week. I promise. I don’t get to hang with Alyssa often, and besides, any friend of mine is always welcome to join me.
Big Louie’s took over the former Jake’s Sports bar space off Broadway in Crystal
As I walked in, a group of middle-aged, overweight men ogled me and I heard one say, “There’s our winner.” Or, “There’s a winner.” I’m not sure which exactly. If it was, “There’s OUR winner.” then, I’m both flattered and yet disgusted, because, “what the hell were they talking about?” If it was, “There’s A winner.” then I’m not sure if I should feel offended. Was that facetious…a put-down? I’m just too sensitive I guess. I sat across the bar from the middle-aged boys-club and they continued to ogle me, but not one bothered to come over and talk to me. Soon, thank goodness, Alyssa joined me.
I was excited for this Karaoke that I’d heard touted, but according to the bartendress, that only happened on Sunday night. Sunday?! Who goes out for Karaoke on Sundays? Dissapointed!!!
It was dead, and according to the waitress, it was not usually so. She claimed that it was because St. Patrick’s Day was the next night and everyone was saving up their party energy for the wild, night out the next night. That sounds logical, I guess. There were a couple of Miller Highlife promo girls there. They were giving away t-shirts if you bought a Highlife, so I bought one and scored an awesome shirt. Alyssa doesn’t drink beer, so I bought her one, but drank it, so she could have a free t-shirt too. Now we can be twinsies.
After a while, the middle-aged boys-club broke up and left. Alyssa and I both needed to head home, but as we were leaving this guy stopped us and insisted on buying us drinks. I think his name was Matt. He was clearly more interested in Alyssa. As to be expected. She is a beautiful blond with a natural charisma that just attracts people like magnets. It was okay with me that he wasn’t interested in me. He was a nice looking, thirty something guy. But, he didn’t send sparks flying for me. The problem was he had no game. I initially was impressed that he approached both of us, offered to buy us both drinks and started talking to both of us, but then turned his attention to my friend. That was a genius way to get into a two-woman scene. When he offered us a drink, Alyssa didn’t want one, but I said “SURE!”. Matt told her she had to try a vodka tonic. She said “no”. He ordered one for himself and insisted, “Just try it”. She tried it and said, “No, I don’t care for that.”. Okay…dude got shotdown three times in a row, and Alyssa remained uninterested. She couldn’t have been less open to advances, but he didn’t give up. At first, it was somewhat amusing to watch a man trying so hard, but getting rejected. And then it just got sad. I got a free drink out of it anyway. The “consolation drink” I guess.
I began to lose my buzz and Matt's lame attempt to woo my friend became tiresome to witness after a little while. Matt went outside to have a smoke, so Alyssa and I attempted to make a dash. He must have been watching us, because he quickly walked back inside and yelled, “Hey, you guys leavin?” How do you respond to that? “No, we just forgot some things in our cars.” Obviously, we were leaving. I just kept walking, but Alyssa was at least polite enough to disengage. I just always feel so gross during that moment when you need to walk away from someone you’re not interested in and they’re trying to make you stay. They try to convince you and you have to make all these excuses as to why you have to go. “I have to get up early”, “I’m really tired”, “I have to wash my hair”. You know, it’s just kinda sad when someone is making you feel like they’re a piece of gum that you’re trying to scrape off the bottom of your shoe. I usually take the direct route, the route most obvious, which is to walk away.
Wish I could say more about Big Louie’s. I wasn’t there long and there wasn’t much going on. It’s just your average, local watering hole for thirty plus people. Although, in the two-and-a-half hours we were there, I scored a free t-shirt and a free drink. Well, this coming week, I’m going to go it alone, for sure. We’ll see what happens next. Until then, bottoms up.
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