Dead Coconuts
Not the ones that succumbed to lethal yellowing in the 1970’s, but the bar/nightclub at CityWalk that Steph worked on. Friday night, we decided to see for ourselves. First up, $32 parking in the garage (remember Cat in the Hat section, row 659 so we can find our truck), then a long walk, escalators, security (thank goodness not sensitive enough to catch Grant’s large pocket knife; one wonders what other tools/weapons are let in), moving sidewalks, then we have arrived. Early, 5:54 PM. I ordered the Nu Brew (Old Forester bourbon, lime juice, black currant syrup and ginger beer), 20 oz souvenir cup, $18. Grant stuck with tried and true Crooked Can Bügermeister Ocktoberfest, 18 oz, $13. Both good. While he sat, I wandered and wondered. It was definitely dark with lots of black light. Music wasn’t deafening and a wide range of tunes. Obviously a dance floor for the later hours. Upstairs was another bar. Lots of portraits of women. Seemed like a sorority was having a party. Pizza boxes and ...