Secret rooms and phantom equines

 I have very cool cousins that recently educated me regarding the concept of the speakeasy. I have never been to one before. It was a fascinating experience, because of the unusual way to access it, the small space, and the openess of strangers to start a conversation. I'm not eager to go to another one anytime soon. I only really enjoyed it because I was with people I knew that I liked. I wouldn't actively visit one...for now. Spontaneous chats with inebriated strangers in a cramped room with reddish lights aren't my cup of warm drink. This person seated near where one could order stuff brought up the number of drinks they've had thus far, then brought up something about being from Mountain time so it cancels out or something. I politely said that their math was reasonable and I proceeded to do a vanishing act and went back to my group. The lighting wasn't astigmatism friendly. If speakeasies float your boat, good for you. Oh, my companions and I were asked to provide proof of age when a few of us ladies ordered drinks. *ahem ahem* Tremendous achievement! They already closed the kitchens at that time so it would be rude not to buy anything and spend time inside, right? It was probably really dark and it made anyone look younger than they were. I shouldn't be a Debbie Downer. I felt really cool though. At least, I can honestly say that I've been to one when it comes up in an appropriate conversation.