I’ve been a bad blogger lately. Really bad. I’ve been neglecting honestly everything that isn’t work or sleep. Unfortunately, this time of year is especially draining at my job and it makes me want to curl up in a ball and hibernate until June.
Anyway.
Last weekend, a friend of ours introduced us to this fantastic bar that I’ve always wanted to go to. I honestly believed that it was an abandoned building, because it was dead and run down. BUT it had these awesome, kickass seahorses on it.

So we go with our friend Paul, who says it has a tiny karaoke stage with microphones mounted to the wall and a sign that says “everybody gets the clap”. “NO WAY.” I say.
When we arrive: it’s true. Gloriously true.

Not only is the tiny stage there, but NOTHING else has changed since 1965. Blue shag carpeting. Vinyl, glittery chairs. A treasure chest filled with pirate booty. This grouted mirror in the bathroom:

Oh. My. God.

I didn’t get many other photos since it was so dark inside, but take a look at this gem:

Le sigh. It was awesome.

What did you do last weekend?