Gabriel's Lounge

Haven't been to Gabe's in a long time, so the place may have changed...but I doubt it.

I can't recommend Gaberiel's, its simply not one of those popular meeting places, its a local bar for locals. Trust me, I used to be one.

Places like this make me so glad I live in Chicago.

As soon as we walked in we were immediately wanded (for weapons...yeah) and my bag was searched. This isn't a club, mind you... it's just some shit hole bar in a Detroit suburb. Though there was in fact a stretch hummer outside. Some trashball (probably named Desiree or Charlemagne or some other destined-to-be-stripper-like name)  was having her bachelorette party here with her equally trashy friends. They had a DJ playing such hits as Usher's "Yeah!" and Britney Spears' "Toxic."

The bartender here was terrifying. She looked like a yokel version of Lurch. I dunno what it was -meth, oxycontin - but when I looked at her face I saw nothing but pain and destruction. She didn't say a word to us. Even after placing our order there was an added 5 seconds of blank staring before she actually began to move.

Oh and I'm almost positive I saw a visibly pregnant lady throwing back some beers by the dartboard.  

I felt as out of place as a Kathie Lee Gifford at a Mayhem show. Seriously I think I was the only girl here who didn't have a kid or a restraining order. All I could think about was Bronski Beat's Small Town Boy lyrics:

"Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away."

We finished our round quickly and immediately left. Scary!!