We Leave the Freakin Frog around 11:30 or so, a little disappointed about the bar. I mean its Saturday night were basically across the street from UNLV it should be bumping right "So what do you wanna do man?"
Says Brian, my new roll buddy since his ugly ugly breakup last week.
"You know I wouldn't mind YaYo Taco, and its right down the street."
He says, but that's not exactly what I'm looking for. We intentionally began the night in search of a fun college bar. Get off the strip and hang out some where different, so we headed to The Freakin Frog which should have been our one and only stop. I guess YaYo Taco was the next best choice near us and a college bar, but the idea of having to stand next to douche bags and listen to vapid little girls all night got me a little depressed. I was still looking for something with a little culture. Then it hits me.
"How far is the Double Down from here?"
Just what i was looking for. It reminds me of Lola's a dirty little dive bar in the Montrose area of
downtown Houston, though i hardly remember what the place really looked like, i was plastered most of the time. We get in the car and take the short ten minute drive through the busy off strip streets. As we drive down the road next to the small run down building we see a huge crowd gathered at front. This night is apparently special, its Roller Con 09 at the Double Down. We drive around a little and find a parking spot then walk up to the crowd milling around the front desperate to find the bar. All around us is the strangest assortment of women: beautiful, ugly, skinny, tall, fat, curvy, butch, dainty. you name it, it was represented. The really interesting thing was the ceremony that was going on, a derby marriage. This is when two derby players take solemn vows to watch each others back on the skating floor and off. The only way i can accurately represent the style that night was if the 80's had a two way with a lingerie store and sporting appeal store while a German wedding dress boutique filmed the whole thing for its obscure members only porn website. Now mix in the fact that it was in Vegas and now the officiator, who's raspy dying voice over the mic was like nails down a chalkboard, is in an oversize white Elvis jumpsuit.
The inside of the bar is definitely the work of Rob Zombies interior designer, like the shitty cantina right out side the gates of hell. A small square shaped bar is pushed to one side and about 5 old slot machines that were probably purchased at an El Cortez clearance sale are lined up against a wall, the rest of the space is reserved for a few scattered about tables and one booth. there is a small area towards the front reserved as the stage and one pool table which seems to be used as seating more often than for recreation.
On the stage a band from LA called the Black Jetts (i think) was rocking out quite well I'd say. and again here we see the strangeness of this night, the lead singer of the band i shit you not was well over fifty and rocking out i like don't think i ever could. After a few beers at the bar and some music and we make our way back out the bar as the crowd begins to thin out. its time to go back home.
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