I don't know why I disliked the idea of Shenanigans as a gut reaction. Maybe its Super Troopers. Whatever the reason, I should have trusted my gut. And when I ignored my gut, I should have taken the sign out front as a warning. From here on out, I don't enter places that have this on the front door:
Since Thursday, whenever I've told this story, the immediate reaction to Shenanigans is either (1) wow, I haven't been there since college with a fake id; or (2) been there, don't remember it. I am now category (3): been there, will never forget it.
On the plus side for Shenanigans: they have fun music, including rap from the early 90s. It was another one of those moments where I surprised myself to learn that I knew essentially every word to Rumpshaker, Let's Talk About Sex, and the like. Additionally, the service is pretty good.
On the minus side: it is just a nasty bar. There are stripper poles. There are girls using them. The floor is absolutely disgusting. I know this because I became intimately acquainted with it when I slipped and fell on the wet floor, hitting my chin and cracking my front tooth. It was a bad set of circumstances between a wet wooden floor and wooden soled shoes but still. I ended up looking like this:
After confirming that I did break my tooth, like a wounded animal, I bolted out of there. A trip to CVS, a wasted trip to the ER (pack of lies about having an emergency dentist despite having what appears to be a dental chair), and a referral to the best dentists ever, I was back to appearing normal. I have to thank Melissa for two things here: (1) her painfully earned dental knowledge. If you ever have a dental injury, she is the go-to girl; and (2) talking me out of going to work pre-dentist. I may not see anyone during the day generally but as she gently pointed out, I looked country and that's just a no.
A three-quarter crown in two weeks will make it like it never happened. If only it didn't. Go figure but chipping a tooth is a real buzz kill for an evening.
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