Happy Monday, everyone.
I'm still recovering from an incredibly eventful weekend, whose crowning glory was Friday's performance by the Atlanta Hot Boys at After 5, the new club at 3709 Gentian Blvd. Apparently I was not clear enough in previous posts that the Atlanta Hot Boys are strippers. Now you know.
Then, of course, there was the luau, which got bonus points for organization among the downtown bars and negative points for -- you guessed it -- lack of a roasting pig.
Anyway, there's lots to report, and instead of rambling on and on, I've decided to offer up some cheers and jeers. Enjoy.
Cheers to the Atlanta Hot Boys. You gave me a whole bunch of material too hot for even digital print, not to mention an expanded understanding of the wardrobe possibilities for a sock. Well worth my $20.
Cheers to the mullet-clad middle-aged chick who watched the Atlanta Hot Boys with the best of us. Age ain't nothin' but a number, Mr. Flex 3000.
Jeers to the skimpy plastic leis at the downtown luau.
Cheers to Party Central, which had whole host of light-up leis for party goers who planned in advance. Like myself.
Jeers to the many occasions in which "let me look at your lei" meant "let me look at your boobs."
Jeers to the absence of a roasted pig. Couldn't somebody have sprung for at least a can of Spam??
Cheers to the special beach-themed cocktails at participating downtown bars.
Jeers to some of the bartenders who reportedly didn't know how to make them.
Cheers to the bars, like Savana's, that boasted special decorations consistent with the luau theme.
Jeers to the bars with a substandard theme typical of a Tuesday night. When even an Irish pub (Scruffy Murphy's) bears a closer resemblance to Waikiki, you know your venue's in trouble.
There you go. Additions? Deletions? The Monday Moan will follow shortly...
