We’re big country music fans, so naturally, our favourite place has always been our local country bar. Just to clarify, we’re both from KW, so the places our friends go to as college bars are also our hometown bars, especially the ones we frequent during the summer. This past Friday night, we headed downtown Kitchener to hang at our fav place…. let’s call it Memphis. While in the summer it’s typically crawling with fresh nineteen-year-olds, we definitely feel more in our element during the school year. Well, we used to. Let’s layout for you our turn of events.
The usual really- blasting the New Boots playlist from Spotify, downing a bottle of wine, and getting ready for a night out with our friends. We haven’t been out to Memphis since early in the school year before classes got demanding. After finding out there was a huge line (what else is new), we decided to let the pre last a little longer, had another drink, and waited for prime time to get in.
While we used to love our hometown bar, we’ve hit a wall in this relationship. Here are some of our thoughts after a LONG night out this past Friday night.
Pre-Bar
*9:30ish*
We haven’t been there in a while!
I wonder what they’ve got on the playlist now.
Is it cool to wear my cowboy boots?
Who are we going to see tonight?
OMG- hopefully not that high school crush I still creep on Instagram.
*shudders*
I need to look cute just in case I do see him though.
I really don’t want straight hair tonight… can you curl it?
Okay – I think we’re ready, let’s get an Uber.
At the Bar
THERE’S STILL A LINE??? IT’S ALMOST MIDNIGHT.
(There’s never a line in the summer)
The nights a pup! Let’s grab some food next door and come back in a bit.
*break in evening*
Okay, we’re in! 12:30….and holy sh*t he looks good, get me a drink.
Oh, you want a beer… Okay yes 2 tequila shots, please.
Is this kid even 19? ‘Scuse me, sir, may I see your ID?
Oh, so you are 19? That makes me old.
Okay, so he is 19, but she definitely is not.
Did your mother allow you out in that?
This guy f*cks. For sure.
*gives him the old thumbs up*
I swear this place plays the same 20 songs every Friday night.
I need another drink.
D-floor?
D-floor.
Oh sweetie…you’re too young for me for sure. Move along.
OMG I LOVE THIS SONG.
F*ck is this Taylor Swift?
Its 1 a.m. and my feet hurt. Can we go home?
The nights a pup! One more song! Make it Shania!
Do you wanna shut the place down?
LET’S SHUT ‘ER DOWN
*shuts ‘er down*
*Bouncer telling us to get out*
SEE YOU NEXT WEEK
Post-Bar
*2:45 am*
That was embarrassing. We shut the place down.
I’m too tired for food. Waters when we get home for sure.
I’m too old for this.
We’re too old for Memphis.
We still love our hometown bar, despite the barely 19 baby-faced boys and the lingerie-clad young women. It holds a special place in our heart. Sure, we will complain about it by the end of the night, but we will always go back.