It's so hard to catch up with people these days. It seems like it wasn't always such a challenge. Saturday night I finally get a chance to go out with one of my favorite people, Tamara, who I started calling "Tamstown" a few years ago and have a hard time calling her anything else. Somehow we started out in the Highlands, at Dark Horse. It was freakishly packed and I had forgotten what a huge meat market it is on the weekends. So many dudes, way more guys than girls, but not the kind of guys you really want to talk to, screaming girls taking shots, barely enough room to stand and yell at your friend that is right next to you in hopes of sort of communicating. People pressing up against you to get past, girls giving you the evil eye thinking for some reason you're scoping out whatever guy they're trying to scam on. I think at one point I liked this kind of scene? But it's been a while. So we rallied the troops, and made our way to my new favorite place for late night, El Bar.El Bar is a tiny hole in the wall underneath El Azteca on Ponce de Leon, and you wouldn't even know it was there unless someone told you. It's dead before midnight, but after that, it fills up with a crowd that is somewhat racially diverse, about as much as you're going to get in Atlanta, and hipster-ish, but not annoyingly so. The DJ's always play a great music, from The Roots to Michael Jackson to Nirvana to Eve and everything in between. Everyone dances. Tony said, "I have never seen so many white people dance to hip hop." There is always great people watching. Someone cleared the dance floor this Saturday break dancing. Not the best break dancing I've ever seen, but then again, I can't remember the last time I saw break dancing.
Needless to say, I heart El Bar.
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