So, I made my first trip to Alary's in Downtown St. Paul this weekend. That place is crazy. It's gotta be a hidden gem in the metro area. It's like Hooters, but the girls wear a lot less - and no it's not a strip club. Plus, the girls seem more approachable, more attainable -like the girl next door - whether that is true or not... I don't know. I guess they only dress like that during sporting events - so go during the playoffs or a Wild game.
But, where does all the shit go down at? Nah, it aint Alarys. About 90% of the attractive females in that establishment work there. Take a trip down Grand Ave. to the Wild Onion. Now, I've been there before - but I didn't realize what I was missing. If I could transfer the mental images of last night to the blog - you'd be in for a treat. Maybe it was just because it was a Saturday night, but it was a place where the women flowed like liquor and the liquor flowed like, well, liquor. But it was sweet -trust me here.
Be careful where you go for the after party, though. You may end up running outta that place when the other roommates find out you're eating all their food and making a big commotion at 3:30 am...
But, where does all the shit go down at? Nah, it aint Alarys. About 90% of the attractive females in that establishment work there. Take a trip down Grand Ave. to the Wild Onion. Now, I've been there before - but I didn't realize what I was missing. If I could transfer the mental images of last night to the blog - you'd be in for a treat. Maybe it was just because it was a Saturday night, but it was a place where the women flowed like liquor and the liquor flowed like, well, liquor. But it was sweet -trust me here.
Be careful where you go for the after party, though. You may end up running outta that place when the other roommates find out you're eating all their food and making a big commotion at 3:30 am...
WHAT I'M LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW:
Be careful, it's straight hood.
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