Happy Birthday, Francis
Yesterday was Francis Grunow's 34th birthday, which was celebrated at the historic Garden Bowl on Woodward Ave. It was the densest concentration of young and hip Detroiters since the grand re-opening of the DIA.
I swear. I know a hundred or so people in this city and all but 6 of them were there.
I learned many things over the course of an evening of drinking, bowling and, well, even more drinking.
It was also after a lengthy conversation with a photographer friend of mine that I came to the conclusion that those liquor control systems, which regulate exactly how much a bartender can pour, are downright evil. They undermine the art and craft of bartending by taking away any discretion that the bartender might have.
Of course, the Garden Bowl and Majestic Cafe are cool enough venues, with amazing live performances, such that I'll overlook this one trip of theirs over to the dark side.
Anyway, Francis' party was amazing.
I swear. I know a hundred or so people in this city and all but 6 of them were there.
I learned many things over the course of an evening of drinking, bowling and, well, even more drinking.
- Vodka actually glows when exposed to black light. How I got through college without discovering this is beyond me. Maybe I was too drunk or something to notice.
- If professional bowling had women as cute as some of those who were at the Garden Bowl, the PBA Championships would be the highest rated show on television.
It was also after a lengthy conversation with a photographer friend of mine that I came to the conclusion that those liquor control systems, which regulate exactly how much a bartender can pour, are downright evil. They undermine the art and craft of bartending by taking away any discretion that the bartender might have.
Of course, the Garden Bowl and Majestic Cafe are cool enough venues, with amazing live performances, such that I'll overlook this one trip of theirs over to the dark side.
Anyway, Francis' party was amazing.
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