Bachelorettes and Gremlins

Last night L, H & I had a new adventure....Blackfin.

Rumor has it that this is the new "in" place. Which surprised me since everyone seems to know about it, but no one seemed to know where it was.

So, once we found it, plans were made, and off we went, like explorers into this new world of dating in Richmond.

It says something about a place when the most exciting thing going on at 11pm on a Saturday night...is a football game! Yeah, the place is somewhat nice, a little upscale by local standards I would suspect, but not to worry, apparently they don't stick to dress codes as many a pair of flip flops were in attendance.

Drinks in hands and eyes on the roam, we find a cozy little corner that provided a good view of the place and a little eye candy in close proximity. OK, it was slightly old eye candy, expired by 10 years or so, buy eye candy none the less, and a talkative little drunk to boot! Granted, we weren't looking to get his digits...as the kids say these days...but it never hurts to have a guy in yours circle, makes the others of his male brotherhood wonder what we have to offer that he might find interesting.

As the night wore on, our people watching reached new heights. My best guesstimate of the median age is that it would hover slightly below the bra sizes in attendance, which, truth be told, were there to be seem, so that really isn't too much of an insult on my part. Lets just say that Victoria must have left her secrets at home for the evening...

Do men find this attractive? Really? What ever happened to the thrill of the hunt? The air of mystery? The sense of decency? I might be 30, but I am not old and I am certainly not a prude. But come one!! When did putting it all out there on display become the new rule of thumb?

All night we kept seeing the same thing, though, at the bar, at the tables, in the bathroom, and on the dance floor...it seemed where ever we turned, there they were...bachelorettes. As the midnight hour passed, one one thought came to my mind...these chicks are like gremlins...after midnight, they must have been fed and watered and then they multiplied! They appeared in boas and crowns, t-shirts and veils, and many accessories all in the shape of a certain part of the male anatomy in various sizes and colors - some with lights that flashed, too. Are these women that parade around celebrating the end of their proverbial innocence ready to balance the checkbook of a joint checking account? Are they ready to pack away the "Bride to Be, Last chance to kiss me!" t-shirts away and put someone else's happiness above their own? I hope that all prove my wrong...i have a feeling that they might not though...

Anyway, I digress...around 12ish, the DJ kicked it up a notch, the tables were whisked away, and voila! bye bye quasi sports bar...hello dance club!! Now, I love to dance, I love the way the music pulses around you, and when random strangers can dance together if for no other reason than a few shots of liquid courage.

Um....yeah...it wasn't like that at Blackfin though....It was like something out of a junior high dance. The guys all lined up around the outskirts of the dance floor and just watch the women dance. The few brave graceless boys that ventured out did so only at the demands of their significant other...it was their orders and the men folk obeyed. End effect - the three of us felt a little dirty being stared at all night. None the less, that didn't stop us from putting on a little show. I mean really, whats the harm in that? They were doing as they were told, holding purses and stools at the bar. Why not give them a little reward?

Did I forget to mention that there weren't really any single men there? That apparently we missed the section on the website that stated all women must bring their man? Management would prefer they they stand upright, but they must definitely still be kept on their leashes!!

All in all, it was a fun night, good music, great entertainment value for people watchers like ourselves, and a nice little dance workout to burn off the calories from the booze.

Valet - $10.00
Drinks - $50.00
Watching as the drunk brides-to-be doing things that will make them loose a little bit of self respect in the morning...assuming they remember in the morning....priceless.