For those of you who are not in the know, Henderson Avenue is the new McKinney Ave of Dallas. It's quirky bars and upscale restaurants attract people of all sorts. On Saturday night I ventured down to the newest hot spot in Dallas with a group of girls.
I'm a big fan of this newly updated area, because of all the great people watching. At a single bar you can see a girl in a mini dress and Jimmy Choo's as well as a girl with a punk rock t-shirt with a shaved head. All walks of life are accepted on Henderson Ave.
My girls and I started the night at Barcadia. This establishment is known for its combo of a bar and arcade. They have Skee ball, giant Jenga, and tons of old school games like Pac Man. My posse didn't choose to partake in the games provided, instead played the ever so fun game of "watch the door"; meaning watch all of the people that come into the bar, specifically those of the male species. My type of guy definitely was not frequenting the establishment on this particular night... you know the tall, frat alumni type. Most guys that walked through the door were in a old t-shirt and SHORT! Dallas: you have a short man epidemic. I think we need to start giving our youth growth hormones for the future generations of woman who are 5'8 and above! SERIOUSLY! I was like a giant walking around in my ever so cute new Poetic Justice heels. Since we didn't see any man candy at this bar, one of the girls suggested going to Vickery Park.
I will go with the fact that the man candy at Barcadia was Godiva Chocolate compared to the scrappy fake m&ms at Vickery Park. The only saving grace this bar had to offer was the friendly bartender who hooked us up with late night burritos. Not good for the figure, but definitely good after the vodka waters! My friend and I in usual fashion made friends with randoms of which we had no interest in. We met a country bumpkin from M-i-ss-i-ss-i-pp-i, and a divorcee with a child. They were good for conversation, and the creation of our new fake names and lives (just call me Lola the parole officer). Sadly these fake m&ms believed us. Guess after a few cocktails I can be very convincing. ;)
After half a drink at Vickery Park my friend and I decided the clientele were not worth the wasted calories at this joint. Lol.
At the end of the night I did find a cute, ex-frat boy, who was tall... D! He did appreciate my savvy pumps. This next weekend he will get to experience my country boots when we hit up Red River for some boot scootin'!
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