Drunk Dance with Dexter @ Daisy’s
Below: Daisy’s (240 Newbury Street)
1. Use your student ID to get in. It works. Don’t ask me how I know this.
2. Find a man willing to buy you a drink, and make it a Long Island iced tea.
3. Repeat step 2 as many times as humanly possible. Then move on…
4. Look for a 60-year-old black man wearing a ridiculously dated outfit (snakeskin shirt, tight, high-waisted pants, and clunky necklaces). This is Dexter. He’s a regular, and he’s awesome. Discuss the meaning of life.
5. When you hear “September” by Earth, Wind, and Fire, getcho ass on the dance floor!
6. Remain there until your impressive disco moves have made you (in)famous for the night.
7. You’re probably thirsty by now. Repeat steps 2 and 3, then skip to 8.
8. Laying down on the floor seems like a really good idea right now. Resist if possible. If not possible, recruit a friend to lay beside you.
9. Be wary of the fact that the two men standing by the door are undercover cops. Do not make out with other girls for them, and do not give them your number afterwards.
10. Assemble your new group of friends (don’t forget Dexter!) and walk over to Little Stevie’s Pizza (1114 Boylston) for the PERFECT drunk feast.
Below: (Left to Right) Elena, Me, Brian, and Suez
The last time I was at Daisy Bewks, I was 19 and my friend’s fake id to get in (so what if he’s about 6 inches shorter and noticeably darker than me) and (then Red Sox Pitcher) Bronson Arroyo was at the bar. I loved the combo of underage kids and Red Sox players, makes for an interesting dynamic.