Sugardaddys

I’m not a drinker. Never have been, probably never will be. I don’t know what it is, I guess it’s because I’m too much of a control freak to let myself go and see what happens.

Instead, I stick with the heroin.

Ok, I kid. Remember, I’m a comic.

Since my girlfriend is off having a horrible time in Iowa, I’m at a loss on what to do tonight other than watch Battlestar Galactica. I just got a call from my long-time pal Brent, who informed me that a mutual “associate” (read: Chick who’s hot but annoying) is celebrating her birthday at Sugar Daddy’s tonight, and I’m invited.

If you haven’t been there, go. It’s located in the heart of Old Town Scottsdale, and is a pretty cool place to go to. It’s a patio style bar, where most of the bar itself is outside with little seats and umbrellas everywhere. There’s even a courtesy limo there that will wisk you to Dos Gringos, which is owned by the same company.

The man who owns this business is a frackin’ genius. Between the patio concept, the limo, and the really cool and hip looking locations, he’s got a good setup.

My suggestion? Go there. Now. Look for the husky guy with the Red Sox hat and glasses, and ask him if he’s got Battlestar Tivo’d. I’m sure you’ll know the answer.

1 Comment so far

  1. Charlie (unregistered) on August 5th, 2005 @ 4:08 pm

    The last time I went to Sugar Daddy’s, I found an ENORMOUS, crescent moon-shaped piece of glass in my rum & coke. I showed it to the manager and he was like, “Shit man, that sucks. Here’s two free no-cover passes.



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