and the cougars came out to play (part 1 of 2)

mike and i had a very amusing evening last week.  it is very unlike us to even consider going out on a weeknight, but with our schedules all out of whack, we used last thursday as an excuse to go out on the town.  we were going to meet up with a couple of mike's friends from work and one of them suggested we go to this restaurant slash lounge slash bar slash music venue in anaheim hills.  all we knew beforehand was that thursdays were the nights that the cougars came out and that this place was voted best singles bar.

the place was called foxfire and when we pulled up, there was a torch-like flame blazing above the restaurant's name on the rooftop.  i thought it was kinda cheesy since the place was called foxFIRE and they put a FIRE on the roof, but whatever.  

there was a bouncer at the door, but thank the heavens we didn't actually have to shell out money to get in this place.  we made it there long before mike's friends so we took a quick lap around the room to see what this place was all about.  it had an old-fashioned feel--as if they used the place as a fine dining brunch establishment by day and moved out all the furniture and turned it into a bar by night.  there was a wooden rectangular bar and a lounge area with oversized maroon chairs.  there were two pool tables with players who seemed like you could find them there any night of the week.  and facing a small dance floor and stage were about twenty cocktail tables.  next task--find an empty one. 

we noticed two semi-available tables at the back.  they were near the pool tables and didn't offer a very good view of the stage and dance floor.  this was a non-issue since we didn't really come to see the band.  table #1 had an empty pool cue case on it.  table #2 had three cocktail napkins and what looked like a half-drunken glass of who knows what.  we decided to sit at table #2 and spent the next few minutes scanning the crowds.

a waitress then greeted us and reported that the table we were sitting at belonged to a group who was out on the patio smoking.  ugh.  she suggested we sit at table #1 with the pool cue case.  she mentioned that it was her friend's case and that he has a really expensive pool cue.  she proceeded to tell us that he'd allow her to sit us there as long as we didn't touch his case.  now i'm not really sure what kind of person thinks that their pool cue case deserves an entire table unto itself, but i wasn't about to accidentally knock it over and find out the hard way.

luckily another table opened up and we found ourselves planted there until we left a few hours later.  

to be continued...