Party Time With Fun Music In The Southern California Beach Cities
I was on my 3rd last beer when the DJ played the Beastie Boys song “Fight For Your Right To Party.”
So I continued partying.
I was on my 4th last beer when two good friends walked into the bar and the DJ played “Living On A Prayer” and then, was on my 5th last beer when he played Guns ‘n Roses’ “Welcome To The Jungle.”
So much for getting home and doing whatever I had planned to do on this sunny Saturday.
I was at The Slip Bar & Eatery (tho there was no “eatery” at this place on this day) overlooking King Harbor Marina in Redondo Beach, Cali. My life-is-fun-let’s-rock-it buddy Jim Whelehan was DJ’ing and this guy is kind of a kingpin of fun in these Los Angeles Beach Cities (Redondo, Hermosa, Manhattan Beach) and I knew – I sensed – that with him there it would be a party.
Folks, trust your instincts!
And I’ll also offer this advice when you’re in a bar and maybe things aren’t as crazy as you might hope when you first arrive – hang out, have a beer and let the party come to you.
That’s what happened to me and why I was on my continual “last beer.” The moment I said “well, this is my last beer,” someone came into the bar, something fun happened, Jim played a fun party song – hey it’s “Sweet Caroline!” – and, well, I kept going to the adorably cute bartender to get another beer.
Somewhere in party, I noticed a guy with a Key West shirt and, being a big fan of the Conch Republic, said something to him and the next thing I knew, I was having cheers and beers with a group of people from Florida. Awesome!
By the way, one thing I really like about The Slip is that it always has a screamin’ beer special. There’s always a couple of brews for 4 bucks. And I’m not talking crappy beer. It’s good beer; on this day it was a can of Lagunitas Ale. This was no light beer folks!
I got a nice buzz from $4 beers, ordered a few more beers and had a blast. When I slipped out of The Slip for sunset, I did not feel – as I do at some bars – as if a vacuum cleaner had been attached to my wallet sucking out all my money.
But wait! Someone seems to taking the midnight train from south Detroit and now I’m on my 6th last beer.
Somehow, I have a feeling there will be a 7th.