My experience with Quincy was one that started off a little rocky to say the least. When I say rocky I mean Coors Lights, taste the Rocky Mountains beer bottle being thrown at my face like a Roger Clemens fast ball. It was my second time ever bar hopping in the city of Quincy. My first experience was nothing to brag about so I figured I’d give it another shot. Let’s just say this wasn’t my first poor decision in the game of life. Anyways we started out the night bouncing from bar to bar, downing beers and having some laughs. It appeared as though the night was going to be low key. This was until the dancing itch came over me and my two buddies. We decided to go to another bar that offered a little different atmosphere than the others - more of a club environment. Once we walked in the door I immediately saw this 6 foot 5 drugged out Jerry. In fact, one of my boys even said “That kid is going to get into a fight tonight.” Well, bud you need to start playing the lotto because you can clearly predict the future. Let me fast forward to what actually happened. My two friends and I are dancing in the middle of the dance floor “Peacocking” as usual. All of sudden my friend yells out “FIGHT!” Like any alpha male I turn around to watch a good beating. Unfortunately as I start to turn around my friend pushes me. The second he pushed me I saw something out of the corner of my eye which to me appeared to be a rocket. Later I found out it was a beer bottle. This thing absolutely nailed me in the corner of my eye. Thank God I was blessed with the ability to take a shot to the face (Not a reference to getting a facial), because a lesser man would have been laid out in a coma. After impact I was clueless to what had just happened to me. It’s like the whole club was at a standstill. I looked up to my friends and a few other girls staring at me. As rocked as I was, I took a right off of Queer Street and immediately looked for the culprit. Of course I saw the 6 foot 5 druggy in a fight with someone. Evidently the kid he was fighting whipped a beer bottle that missed by a mile and hit me. Rage completely had come over my entire body by now and I was on a mission to put the kid who threw the bottle at me in a body bag. Unfortunately I never had the opportunity as bouncers and police officers immediately grabbed me. I even went as far as to start hitting the cop car and yelling at the “Culprit” in the back of the cop car until I was restrained.
So with that being said I put Quincy on the back burner for a while until last weekend. I went back to back weekends and have come to the conclusion that Quincy is what it is. It’s without a doubt a step up from your regular town bars, but still just short of the pros (Boston). It has your jack ass loser guys whose idea of a good time is getting drugged up and lifeless to ur normal regular people who just don’t feel like driving into Boston. The talent (Girls) is a wide variety. Like I’ve always said when digging in the dirt for a diamond; Ur bound to cross some creatures in your journey. To wrap this up I guess I would have to admit that if ur not in the mood for Boston or Rhode Island, Quincy will keep you entertained.
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