Ain’t no party in a douchebag city

This weekend we went out for my friend’s birthday. It’s been a while since I’ve been out anywhere besides a hole in the wall karaoke joint, so I kind of forgot what kind of douchbaggery the Dallas area brings out.

Even if you’re not from the area, you may know that Dallas is often nicknamed the home of the 30,ooo dollar millionaire- and this is not a joke. Being a single female in the area for the last, oh- ten or so years, I’ve kind of learned that the “trendy bar” spots are not the types of places where one should ever go to look for guys. Actually, if I listened to my parents at all- I should follow the rule that no bar is the place to meet guys, but really- in this day and age what other choice do we ladies have, except maybe…church.

The following pictures are only a sampling of what this place had to offer. I didn’t have much battery left in my camera, and  douchbags are like dogs (in more ways than one) and often don’t like to be photographed. But I think you can get the point of what this particular night had to offer. Maybe I’m not with the times, but when did straight guys start wearing more sparkles than girls? I just don’t get it…

this one needed a close up

this one needed a close up

this one tried to get away, but you get the point

this one tried to get away, but you get the point

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Sooo.. in a nutshell, I think these boys would pull better game in a wolf t-shirt. But regardless it was a fun night! No thanks to those fools… or thanks to them because they provided a lot of laughter!

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Which, if you’re in the least bit bored- you should check out the comments a proper wolf -shirt can generate. You will not fail to be entertained.

Happy Birthday Jodie! I hope you have a wonderful one! You’re the best!

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  • http://amazingadamoadventures.blogspot.com/ annajanine

    Jonathan and I noticed the abundance of Ed Hardy fans there, too. Lame. So was the fact that their age was definitely beyond the number of sparkles on their shirts, if you could imagine. J-man is never good at seeing past the douchebaggery, but at least we still had a good time 'cause our crowd was normal and in the corner!

  • Rbyrd2008

    You might be a Douche Bag. If your T-shirt says “Hand Wash” and “Air Dry” Your a “Douche Bag”. If your T- shirt cost more than your monthly car insurance payment, your a Douche Bag. If your T-shirt has more sparkles than your girls shirt, your a Douche Bag. And finally, if your T- shirt is only tucked in behind your belt buckle, Your definitely a DOUCHE BAG. Oh yea, cowboy hats and t-shirts? Do i even have to say it.

  • Rbyrd2008

    You might be a Douche Bag. If your T-shirt says “Hand Wash” and “Air Dry” Your a “Douche Bag”. If your T- shirt cost more than your monthly car insurance payment, your a Douche Bag. If your T-shirt has more sparkles than your girls shirt, your a Douche Bag. And finally, if your T- shirt is only tucked in behind your belt buckle, Your definitely a DOUCHE BAG. Oh yea, cowboy hats and t-shirts? Do i even have to say it.