It's the first nice Friday evening in about a month, so Captain and I decide to grab a drink after dinner. There's nothing happening in the area around the Publick House in Brookline so we decide to drive across to Allston -- the land of hipsters, dive bars, and garbage-strewn streets. We park and walk past The White Horse Tavern and Sunset Grill, debating where to go when suddenly I remember... there's a place somewhere around here that I went to a couple of times with my ex-girlfriend and her friends that had a decent number of single girls. Oh yeah, the Common Ground. Vague memories come back to me of an 80's night that I attended over there, where the hipsters had turned up dressed up as Rainbow Brite and G.I. Joe.
Turns out I wasn't too far off the mark. We enter the Common Ground to find out that it's 90's night tonight. Great. Get ready for "Ice Ice Baby".
10 minutes after we enter a gaggle of four young women stroll by us and we end up making inane small-talk for 20 minutes before it becomes clear to us that they came here on a mission -- they are here to dance. And so all six of us hit the dance floor. Neither Captain nor I are Rico Suave when it comes to dancing but we manage to do the white boy shuffle for a little while. Then we start getting tired. We had a good time but neither one of us is excited enough to stick around until the end of the night here (Captain has a girl waiting for him and I'm not interested enough to pull out my cell phone).
We say goodnight, and as we turn to leave, we receive an utter look of disappointment from the girls. What the hell? These girls are actually upset that we're leaving. Turns out that when the ratio of girls to guys is 70:30 it is a big deal to ditch your "dates" and bounce. OK, now we know.
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