As Lynn and I left the Dig-A-Pony I said to him:
“Being there was like hanging out with a hot girl who knows she is hot: She can ignore you and she knows it.”
I had a Fort George IPA which was good. The atmosphere left a bit more to be desired. The music was too loud so it wasn’t a date spot but the lights were so low that dating could be encouraged. Or maybe random pickups. That’s not a bad thing in itself but since they aren’t doing things to encourage conversation and you can’t dance, the vibe is more: Are you cool enough to hang out with us?
And I’ve gotten to the point in my life where I do my best to not give a fuck about being cool for someone else.
I don’t even bother to blog here: I break open my Magic decks and start playing cards with Lynn, who looks antsy and in need of some fun. Turns out, he’s been here since 4 and is desperate for any form of socialization.
I don’t think good pubs should be like that. I think that they should be, on some level, about social interaction of some kind. If you’re part of the cool crowd who doesn’t need to communicate to get what they want, then hot damn; this place is for you. As for me…I think I like the Dig A Pony when it’s daylight and nobody is trying to be cool and not so much when darkness comes to smother humanity for affectation.
But that’s just me.