The choice is simple. In one direction lies a magical, alcohol-fueled world. In the other lies spending your Friday night watching Fraser reruns.
WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOUR NAME OVER THE SOUND OF ME SLOWLY GOING DEAF.
Bars are prone to being big fat liars.
Think you're gonna score with a hot chick tonight? Well good luck working your mediocre pick up game over the deafeningly loud music!
Upon entry you'll see dozens of drunk confused men and women arguing about whose bathroom this is.
