Double Down Saloon

I agreed to be the designated driver for a poet who was performing at the DDS for a tribute reading for another poet.  With readings going on, I sat,  listened and watched all manner of people come through the door.  Most had a few drinks but all were respectful to what was happening.  All around a much more pleasant vibe to be around.

I love dive bars.   I love everything about them.  The atmosphere, the sketchiness, the women, the fun... it's all awesome.   My buddy and I found ourselves here on a recommendation given to us by a casino bartender.   Several PBRs and shot later, I don't remember much about this place other than it was a great time.  
That, and if anyone ever buys you booty juice, it's OK to say no.   I mean it, keep that booty juice out of your mouth.  It's not good for you.   It makes even the strongest guts want to vomit.

Your first time at Double Down will be awesome.  Like, freaking awesome!  Imagine if a malevolent wildebeest ran at you out of nowhere and you were like "uh oh...this sucks..." but at the last minute you remember that you spent those 5 months in Solvang practicing a form of echolocation and as you unleash your banshee-like cry at the homicidal ungulate running towards you, it just so happens to match a frequency which activates some odd shift in DNA and the wildebeest quickly shrinks into a despondent sea cucumber and you hate to see a sea cucumber despondent so you befriend him and call him Tango and yourself Cash and you fight crimes together and end up traveling to the home planet of Predator only to find out that all of the aliens have big zippers behind their heads and when they pull them down they reveal themselves to be Bob Hoskins doing an impression of Yosemite Sam.

That's what your first trip to Double Down will be like.  Better drink your Olympia!