Musings of an Anonymous Rosser...Rick's
A. Rosser
Issue date: 1/28/08 Section: Humor
During the long MLK weekend last week, I partook in the age-old business school tradition of networking with my fellow classmates in order to create deeper, lasting relationships that will stand the test of time after we graduate. Yes, I went out drinking. As I laid on my couch the next day nursing a sore liver while sipping Vitamin Water, though, I asked myself: "What the hell was I thinking last night? Am I trying to re-live the 'good old days'? And, seriously, why did I go to Rick's?"
Ahhh, Rick's. What is it about Rick's that really pulls us in? Is it the pulsing beat? The desire to feel young again and rub our sweaty bodies against each other on the dance floor? Is it the drunk undergrads? Let's break an evening at Rick's down into a step-by-step process…
The evening begins with a few hours of 'networking' with friends at any of the fine drinking establishments found throughout Ann Arbor. Maybe it's The Jug. Maybe Charlie's, Rush Street, or Conor O'Neill's. The first location isn't all that important. Someone in the group inexplicably mentions Rick and it begins to spread like wildfire. There's always a handful who immediately say, "Yes!" (They're always ready to go to Rick's and probably have a stack of free passes on hand). There's a few who are on the fence that you know can be swayed with an extra shot or two. Then there's always one or two who are just adamant about not going. Regardless, another round or two of shots appear, they disappear, and the group is off to Rick's.
Now, unless you're hardcore (or just really cheap) you're not getting there before they start charging at 10pm, which means you're standing in line. Can I point out that you're standing in line to get into a club (if you can call it that) in Ann Arbor, Michigan? This isn't Rum Jungle or Pure in Vegas…it's Ann Arbor people. Does the velvet rope make it seem opulent enough to warrant waiting? Need I remind you that it's probably 9 degrees out and you're standing there in a mini skirt, tank top, 3-inch heels and no jacket? But I digress…
Ahhh, Rick's. What is it about Rick's that really pulls us in? Is it the pulsing beat? The desire to feel young again and rub our sweaty bodies against each other on the dance floor? Is it the drunk undergrads? Let's break an evening at Rick's down into a step-by-step process…
The evening begins with a few hours of 'networking' with friends at any of the fine drinking establishments found throughout Ann Arbor. Maybe it's The Jug. Maybe Charlie's, Rush Street, or Conor O'Neill's. The first location isn't all that important. Someone in the group inexplicably mentions Rick and it begins to spread like wildfire. There's always a handful who immediately say, "Yes!" (They're always ready to go to Rick's and probably have a stack of free passes on hand). There's a few who are on the fence that you know can be swayed with an extra shot or two. Then there's always one or two who are just adamant about not going. Regardless, another round or two of shots appear, they disappear, and the group is off to Rick's.
Now, unless you're hardcore (or just really cheap) you're not getting there before they start charging at 10pm, which means you're standing in line. Can I point out that you're standing in line to get into a club (if you can call it that) in Ann Arbor, Michigan? This isn't Rum Jungle or Pure in Vegas…it's Ann Arbor people. Does the velvet rope make it seem opulent enough to warrant waiting? Need I remind you that it's probably 9 degrees out and you're standing there in a mini skirt, tank top, 3-inch heels and no jacket? But I digress…
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