After we used our $1 drink tickets, we decided to go for some more interesting drinks to honor both the letter of and the intent of our blog. Luckily Howl at the Moon has an impressive menu of girly drinks. I chose the Bubble Bomb and Mrs. Bottle got the Pom-Lemonato. The Bubble Bomb is Three Olives Bubblegum vodka and Red Bull. I can’t think of a single reason to make bubblegum flavored vodka other than to give teenage girls something to drink. It was pretty good, though, but I had a sudden urge to go see Justin Bieber: Never Say Never in 3D. The Pom-Lemonato is UV Pink Lemonade vodka, PAMA pomegranate liqueur, sour mix, and Sprite. Mrs. Bottle really liked it but I didn’t think the pomegranate and sour went well together.
The hook at Howl at the Moon is, of course, the dueling pianos (frequently augmented by real instruments). The concept sounded a little cheesy to me but it was surprisingly fun. Of course it helped me that as a middle aged man I was not close to the oldest person there. Our group seemed in the middle of the age demographic. The fact that it was 6:00 on Friday might have had something to do with that but I’m not 100% sure. The band was good and would play anything requested. There were a lot of 80’s songs and some country tunes that got the crowd singing along. We requested Rockin’ the Suburbs by the great Ben Folds and it brought the house down. And by down, I mean subdued. The only people who appreciated it were one piano player, Mrs. Bottle, and me. Maybe it hit too close to home? Next time we will stick with Free Bird.
As this entry is already triple the length of a normal one I don’t even have time to get into my failed photobomb attempt, the guy next to us in the shirt four sizes too small, the so-called buffet, the rendition of What’s Up that was probably the must crowd-pleasing song of the night followed by our friend saying “the singer sucked”, or our second waitress arguing about closing our tab and then finding out later she overcharged us.
I wonder what happened on Smallville?