Llamas, Loose & Poetry.

It's a truth generally acknowledged (at least by all those who spend their weeks working) that weekends rock. Having recently stepped back into the ranks of the employed masses, i've been cruelly reminded that rampaging and mayhem is better left for a night not followed by a 7 am wake-up. And so my wait for this weekend was brightened by a friend conspiratorially relating the devious Friday Night Master Plan to me on Thursday. It was conceived entirely independently of my own designs and went pretty much as follows: 

Hey Nina, i heard a rumor that people are coming over to yours on Friday. At eight. People bring booze, we drink for a while, Batman* picks a fight with someone. At nine we head to  Bar Llamas and do some wicked tequila shots (with the possible addition of a Mexican hat dance). At about eleven we end up in Bar Loose and go home when they kick us out. Good night.

Hell, master plan if there ever was one. And masterfully it proceeded to unfold, i might add. It's amazing how a tiny apartment can accommodate so many revelers. Which is way more than Llamas could. This little den, bedecked with skulls and Dia de los Muertos themed Mexican kitsch, has only been on iso-Roba since October, but i've found myself wandering through the door on more than one occasion. Our business tonight was with the agave liquor. We sought the magical chili/ginger/pepper/lemon/honey infused tequila (which, turns out, is not actually tequila, but your regular grain alcohol. whatever, it's still great and burns your insides), but found the tiny bar full to the brim with people who weren't as behind schedule as our party (we got there around 11 i think, at least 2 hour later than the master plan dictated) and so found every available seat and surface occupied.

 

One of my favorite things about this bar (aside for the great non-tequila shots) are the bar swings they have instead of bar stools. There was, however, no swinging to be done in this mob of people, so we decided to cross a prolonged visit off the list and move forward.

  
 

So after the brave stormed the bar for a quick cheeky shot, the small-bladdered made time for a bathroom stop, and a drunken straggler of a friend joined our gang, we picked up and headed to Loose.

I've never had less than a brilliant time in Loose. Tonight was no exception. Which is all a lady's pride (or perhaps memory) choose to disclose in terms of the rest of the night. All in all, the cunning designs for Friday mapped out a great night. Thanks go out to The Architect and all revelers present. Thanks are also extended to those who decided to put their creative talents (and my fridge door) to good use and provided entertaining reading for the following day in the form of alcohol-inspired anecdotes and poetry. A few choice picks below:

And so another week of waiting begins...


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Bar Llamas, Iso Roobertinkatu, Helsinki
Bar Loose, Annankatu 21, Helsinki


*Batman (and Rydman) live in my building. I swear. Photographic evidence will go online at some point to prove it, i promise.