in charlotte. it’s a perfect dive bar. dirty, bras tacked up on the walls, a hot pink bathroom, a non-digital jukebox that regularly has a billion pre-loaded credits for whoever to play whatever. and on top of all that, it’s a spite building in the middle of ugly modern apartments. i have considered moving to charlotte just so i could make this my regular bar. my hometown trash bar is my other favorite: slammer’s. it’s a tiny windowless box where you are equally likely to witness a drunken brawl or the entire bar singing along to “party in the USA” PLUS the gal’s bathroom is two toilets in one room with like, a tiny half wall so you can drunkenly hold hands while you pee with your friend. i have not done this but i‘d like to think that it’s an appeal for a certain kind of person.
This was going to be oatmeal, then was going to be a mug cake, then reached its final form as pancakes. You can literally fry anything resembling a batter
Anyone who knows me knows I love a theme. I threw my boyfriend a Phoenix Suns-themed party for his 22nd using a kit I found on Amazon and it was randomly the best thing ever
