A Night Of 30K Millionaires

We had a pretty chill weekend, but we did go out for sushi dinner with our friends Mike and AJ. Following dinner the four of us headed to a north Scottsdale bar called Blue Martini. This bar has only been open at the City North location for about a year or less and we finally managed to make an appearance; however, I am still undecided if it was a good thing or not. I was looking forward to checking this place out even though I heard it was way over priced for the martinis. Hey, I had to check it out for myself and I did feel that my friends were right when it came down to the price. We first got there and the bar was over filled with Scottsdale 30K millionaire douche-bags and 40 year old divorcee’s with too much make up and very fake boobs. This is not my crowd of people to hang out with, but it did make for great people watching. It was fun to watch the overly manicured men all douched up ready to hit on the next available, and desperate, plastic chick to walk through the door. After a few drinks I looked around and started to wonder now that I am 30 if this was “my crowd.” I don’t fit into the 30K millionaire group, the divorcee group or the plastic group, but I sure fit in with my age…barely. Since last July I have been 30 and that forced me into a new decade of people. This gave me the credibility in the “older” bars. I didn’t realize this when I first got there because I am not used to this new decade of 30 because I automatically assumed I was way too young for this crowd. This thought changed after a couple drinks and I started to think about age, especially after I took a trip to the ladies room. I was minding my own business in the stall of the ladies room when I was listening to some overly drunk women washing their hands. They sounded like they were 21 years old and this was their first rodeo at the bar. While exiting the stall in the ladies room I noticed these were not newbies at all, but instead these women were well over the age of 40. All I kept wondering is why they were behaving like they are 21 years old, and I am not just talking about their vocabulary, but also the way they were dressed. I am not one to judge, but this incident made me judge as I was hoping to god that I would never be like that when I am over 40 years old. Am I just getting old now that I judge these sad drunk ladies in the women’s bathroom or is that what happens when you turn 30? You get the right to judge the other drunk women in the bar and definitely in the bathrooms? I am not sure, but Friday night was definitely entertaining by all. It’s not a bar I would frequent unless I feel the need for some good people watching while I sip on martinis.