Our First Adventure

Our very first night out was Saturday, March 20, 2010. We thought a sports bar would be a good place to meet men, so I looked on-line and found a place called Playfields on Wolf Road. We dragged LC there with us (reluctantly; she wore an old sweatshirt). We arrived at the address to find that we were at the HOLIDAY INN! Perhaps we should have taken this as an omen of our ill-fated attempts to find and meet men our age. Or perhaps one just needs to be aware of outdated information on the information superhighway!

205 on Wolf
CK: So it turns out Playfields hasn’t been the bar at the Holiday Inn for something like five years. It’s now “205 on Wolf.” We went in since this is, after all, an adventure. We were greeted by a completely empty room with the exception of a small group of mismatched freaks at the bar. We ordered our drinks and when Traveling Sheet Salesman broke away from the freaks and walked over to the defunct player piano, we beckoned him over with a demand that he entertain us with some jokes. Thankfully, he wasn’t completely turned off by our rudeness and he did end up as our companion for the rest of the night. He was an interesting character, around our age, living in Minnesota, traveling the highways and byways of America in an 18-wheeler selling "1000 threadcount" sheets at VA Hospitals, little known festivals and other weird places. Note: I just looked on-line and really, the highest threadcount in sheets is 400. Needless to say, 205 on Wolf is not a destination to which we’ll return.
DT: If I can recall back that far (a lifelong bad memory, not the result of aging per se) it was basketball playoff season, which lent some credibility to our theory that a sportsbar was the way to go. There were a few sports fans at the Holiday Inn -- although mostly road-weary fathers taxi-ing their mediocre athlete children to some local tournaments. And they weren't even in mid-life crisis mode, which would have been much more interesting. Sheetman was cordial and had a few good jokes but had way too many accessories for our collective taste. He was a good sport though, and that's what we LOVE. And how many men can tell a decent joke when so commanded?! It think our sweatshirted companion stole the show on this night. So much for dressing up!

Maxies:
CK: Travelling Sheet Salesman talked us into walking across Wolf Road to Maxies, which he thought had more promise for meeting people. There were a lot of people there and karaoke in full swing. As far as prospects are concerned, DT tried to break into a conversation going on between two handsome men at the bar but they were more interested in each other than a bright, beautiful woman. We did receive some attention from two jockeys sitting at the bar, but all they did was leer at us. I think I’d try Maxie’s again. Maybe once.
DT: At Maxie's we discovered mostly young couples and, again, middle aged men killing time between tournament games. So I thought OK, maybe three decent looking women with one man sitting at a table weren't the most inviting scene for eligible men to approach. So I got up my nerve and sauntered over to the bar to try to engage two very handsome, athletic men, but seriously, they, can you believe it, were just there to talk with each other . . . not to meet interesting, vivacious mature women! One was a fan of the others' local semi-pro basketball endeavors and there was no turning around the energy between them. The karaoke was fun (to watch) and the place was hopping and an all around good time. We'll give it another try some time. Jury is out.