Poser Night at the Sports Bar

On tuesday, i met abner at port authority for the trip to hoboken, followed by the trip to jersey city to hit some tennis. For those of you who don't know this, abner is my ex-girlfried/current good friend beth's current boyfriend. Some people consider it weird that he and i even get along, much less do things like play tennis together, but there it is, such is the nature of me. It was fun, though marred by crazy new jersey driving/direction madness, and then a really long wait for a court. Yes folks, that's right, i got to spend AN HOUR waiting for a court with my ex-girlfriend's boyfriend. Inevitably, the conversation turned to miss beth, which was, um, shall we say, a bit odd. Not too bad though, and we got to share some of those 'oh yeah, she's like that' moments and were able to laugh about it.
After we finished up we went back to the 'boken to hit a restaurant in my nabe for a bite and a drink. It was pretty late by then, so not every place was open, and we ended up, in sweats, tennis gear in hand, at the madison, which is half restaurant, half sports bar/meat market. Seems that it's 'poser night' there about five nights a week. People dressed up in their jersey finest (and DO NOT get me wrong, i am not anti-jersey and am most emphatically pro-hoboken, but there is something about this particular look: 'tight top, really tight pants or skirt, ozone-ripping hairstyle' for women, and 'modified-for-my-night-with-the-ladies business attire, shirt half open to reveal the gold crucifix, or the option of a conspicuously overpriced necktie'for men which does seem to flourish most enthusiastically beyond the bridges and tunnels) crammed into the place, with the mets game on six screens and music BLASTING around them. We squeezed past this scene to get to the much quieter dining room, for which we were underdressed as hell, but it was slow enough back there that nobody cared. On our way out, poser night was in even fuller bloom and i gotta say, i just don't get the appeal. Same deal with certain of the clubs in manhattan, by the way: unless there's a particular party going on, what's the point of going to places so noisy, so expensive, so crowded, without a band or even a dance floor? There'll be some hotties there, but how can you even enjoy them when you're all just yelling at each other? I mean, ok, i guess there is romance or at least sex to be found in places like this, but once again, i'm not seeing how it's worth it. Happy that this place is doing good business though, natch. And to be fair, they have good food and there are plenty of times when the atmosphere there is totally cool, and they've started a jazz brunch on the weekends that i want to check out.

Here endeth the lesson. 'History Boys' next time.