Saturday night. Dancing fever. The only cure is to get down and boogie. ’70s funk and soul. Bump ‘n’ Hustle with DJ Cyrus. The Eighth Street Taproom.
It beats uppity conversations over fruity martinis and overpriced pints of Guinness a few doors down at Henry’s Upstairs. Although that time some stripper was trying to get every guy in the bar to buy her drinks was interesting…maybe I’ll pass on Henry’s tonight. Or a couple of blocks south — on 10th and Mass. — there’s the Replay, a local institution where everyone eventually congregates like it’s some type of drunken purgatory and only God will decide if you go home alone or not. But that’s where you go after you’ve been everywhere else, so you can make your last-ditch effort and drink PBR from cans.