(Jim's Camera phone photographs auras. Mine and Annie's apparently consist of static) In celebration of Ernie's birthday, we headed to dBar in Dorchester for dinner and dancing with the boys. From the outside, dBar blends into Dot Ave perfectly. The sign is spelled out in the Celtic lettering of a typical Irish bar and inside, it's mahogany city, but trust me -- this ain't the Eire Pub. After experiencing the "Hot & Dirty" martinis and Sesame Crusted Tuna, you get the feeling you're not in Dot anymore. Also, there is not a whiff of the New England Reserve which is often so prevalent at neighborhood taverns. Here, instead of pretending you don't exist, the patrons and waitstaff are laid back and friendly (and quite ripped).
(Ernie, Annie and I ensconced in the ghostly blue static of the Jim Cam)After 10 p.m., the vibe shifts; the tables are gradually cleared and the whole place becomes a nightclub. DJs spin disco, dry ice creeps in, requisite gay sing-a-longs and shirtless dancing ensue. It's such a great concept and I can't wait to go back. LP, Di, Annie, Ernie and Jim partook in the fun and it's official: We have a new favorite place to dance. At the very least, a tradition is born. Who's birthday is up next?
8 comments:
Thanks Kate for getting your friends together to come out and help me on my steady climb towards the big 4-0! The dbar is a great example of how lucky we are to live in a city like Boston! The dancing was a blast and who would have thought our group would have been the center of attention of a young girl questioning her sexuality.... who was from Weymouth of all places!
To answer your quesion... MINE!! Next week, baby. Getting older by the nano-second. The big 20 18. Yikes. And you think YOU'RE careening toward 4-0 at a blistering pace. Support hose, here I come.
Where we goin'!?
That's right, KT..our Pisces pal! We'll have to make some plans to get down somewhere in town (or Dorchester). 20 18, my word..you don't look a day over 25. none of us do..right, I said RIGHT?
I'm just happy to be back on solid food again.
I dig dBar.
Boys, thanks for letting the ladies crash your scene on Friday night. 'Twas exhilarating to dance in proverbial leather pants...the only cardo I've had all week, thankyouverymuch. Can't wait to do it again. Happy Birthday, EB!
I promise to babysit again the next time you guys go gay-boy dancing.
Thanks James, you should try it sometime.
Hey Jal - I have your scarf that you left in Di's hovercraft.
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