While Ms. Fabulous was out on the town on a "date", and Robin Leach was prowling the strip clubs of Dallas on a weekend long bachelor party, The New Yorker and I decided to have our own little night of fun. We thought about Vino 100 or Americas to start the evening as usual with a little wine or frozen mojitos respectively. But, then we decided to mix it up a bit and venture out to a bar off our beaten path. The destination tonight: Lee Harvey's, an eclectic bar on the southside of Dallas in The Cedars district. I had been meaning to try it our for the past few months, but I never seem to think of it when the gang goes out. So, tonight was the night!
After going a very convoluted way to get there, we arrived to a happening scene. Lee Harvey's is basically an old house, in a sketchy neighborhood, with picnic tables dispersed around the front yard with fire pits in between. The front porch is now a stage for bands and the inside is a bar with a DJ spinning. It's not your typical Dallas place, which is why we enjoyed it. Anyway, we found a seat outside, away from the fire, sat back with some vodka tonics and enjoyed the band.
After freezing for a few minutes, I decided we should make our way over to the fire. There was a gentleman sitting at a table by himself and thus we decided to join him. As it turns out, he was way cool! Besides the dreadlocks and the Rasta hat which in and of themselves it cool, it turned out that he was a famous sculptor who was in Dallas working on project designs for a hotel to be built in Dubai. We conversed about work and life and even toured his fabulous loft/studio nearby to see some of the sculptures he was working on. In fact, he is even going to let us throw a party in the space. Some time during the night, I was able to take possession of the Rasta hat and I must say I think it is a good look for me! Leave it to The New Yorker and myself to meet an awesome random person for the evening.
The most humorous part of the evening came when a streaker strutted up on the stage and showed off his manhood for the crowd. He was a butt-naked older man baring it all on a 45 degree night! As it turns out, he's famous too. His name is "Uncle Ben" and apparently he goes around to various bars streaking. He quickly jumped into a cab and was off, causing the whole crowd to laugh hysterically at the spectacle!
I think we left Lee Harvey's around 1:00 am. On the way home, we were summoned by Ms. Fabulous to come quickly to Obar to meet up with her. Smelling like chimneys and dressed rather casually for Obar, we decided to go anyway. Ms. Fabulous and her date had bottle service and we partook on their tab! Her date was Indian (wait....is he Mexican too?) and was rather charming. This was most unusual given the duds she had been known to be out with in the last few weeks. We didn't stay at Obar long as it was getting late, but our brief visit was, as usual, not without photos!
I made it home around 2:00 am, just in time to meet up with Robin who was returning from a drunken night out with the guys. As for The New Yorker, well I thought she was done for the evening but I later found out that the night was still young for her. The stories you hear at brunch the next AM are always quite entertaining! All in all, a random yet quite fun Saturday night out!
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