Maggie’s Night Out
Maggie hadn’t eaten much on Saturday. This wouldn’t have been much of a problem usually but she was going to have a night out with the girls! Around 8 p.m. Maggie joined her friends Jaclyn, Kaitlynn, Niccole, Rylee, and Jess at the Diving Elk in downtown Sioux City.
The Diving Elk has a lot nicer interior than the usual bars in Sioux City. In the dimmly lit establishment the group of girls sat at a table a few feet from the bar. The place was partially full of some younger groups of people, much like themselves. As they settled into their seats a middle-aged man wearing an Iowa shirt and trendy glasses came up to them to take their order.
After Maggie handed their waiter her ID, the man noticed with some excitement that she had just turned 21. This fact was very relevant when she went to order her drink because she had no idea what she wanted. With some thought she settled on ordering a martini as a few of her friends were sampling some of the beers that the Diving Elk had on tap.
When the waiter brought Maggie her martini and she took her first sip she knew she had made a grave mistake. Not knowing what a martini was to begin with, she quickly realized that it was not the drink for her, especially since she doesn’t handle alcohol well. She choked down a couple sips of the dry vodka and then proceeded to pass the glass around to for her friends to help her finish.
Maggie ended up asking to switch out her drink for a more suitable one; the waiter totally understood and realized that he probably should’ve explained the beverage better saying that martinis are a “rough day at the office type of drink”. She replaced her order with a lime dacori which tasted much better.
After everyone had finished their beverages, they made their way to the Marquee, another bar a couple blocks away from the Diving Elk. Once they got to the bar, they realized there was a cover charge of $5 for a band that was playing and decided it wasn’t worth it. After some discussion they all settled on going to the country bar Rocks and Rails.
Right upon entrance the group of friends were bombarded by the scene of intoxicated girls trying to consul their drunk crying friend and blaring country music. Maggie hoped that they wouldn’t stay long. While at Rocks and Rails she decided to take a shot with her friend Jaclynn. Just turning 21 she was unaware that a shot of vodka was pretty impressive to slam down as Jaclynn tossed back a shot of tequilla.
After spending as little time as possible at Rocks and Rails the group drove to Bodega around 10 p.m. This time Maggie was saved by her friend Jess as she ordered them a couple of gin and cranberries.
The group of friends quickly moved to the outside part of the bar where there was a band playing country music. The place wasn’t very packed so the dance floor was somewhat vacant. Maggie definitely feeling her previous alcholic drinks, ordered another gin and cranberry and joined her friends Jaclynn and Jess on the dance floor. Alas, trying to dance with three people seemed disastrous so they only danced for a couple songs.
The group then made their way to Bergie’s a couple buildings down from Bodega. There they witnessed old people making attempts at singing karaoke. Maggie quickly realized that most of the bars that they had gone to were dead and that they probably wouldn’t be picking up anytime soon. They decided to leave the bars around 11:30 p.m. since one of their friends had to work in the morning.
After a successful night of drinking with the girls, Maggie made her way to her roomate Kaitlynn’s car since she was the designated driver for her. Once they arrived at the Dimmitt Hill the alcohol caught up to her quick. She ended up puking off the side of the sidewalk into the grass, while Kaitlynn anxiously asked if she was alright.
After watering the grass, the girls made it into their room without a hitch. Kaitlynn, being the good friend that she is, gave Maggie some water and put a trash can next to her bed just in case. The two friends talked to eachother until they drifted off. Overall a good night out.
September 13th, 2018 at 12:04 pm
I’d say you hit the nail on the head with this story (I mean, I would know). The description and everything was good, you definitely set the scene.
PS: it’s spelled daiquiri not dacori.
September 18th, 2018 at 7:35 am
What is it with glasses? Are they a signature? Listen for moments when dialogue would fill in character, Kaycie.
Why have I not heard of any of these bars?