So last night, while my friends were either at 80s Night all the way across town or sleeping, I decided to run an errand and then go to a bar...alone. It was probably the scariest social experience of my life. I had never flown solo into a bar and now I know why.

It wasn't a bad bar. In fact, I had been there before. It wasn't particularly busy, but just wasn't something right about it. I may have spent only an hour there, sitting, drinking, talking to the bartender...but it felt like an eternity and I just wanted it to end. So it ended. Nothing awesome or spectacular, as the neighborhood bar usually is not so super awesome and spectacular. I think it was just the fact that I'm in my mid-20s and I was drinking alone at a bar whose few occupants other than the bartender could have easily been my father's age. Maybe I do need someone by my side to show me the way...