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Originally Posted by anonymous
@ Traceur
Yep. I meant joint physical custody.
And while this isn't a stripper bar, the music is always deafening, it is decidedly NOT a family bar. They serve cheap beer and hard liquor and the occasional glass of wine. They don't even have peanuts.
As to its suitability, I've been there a few times and somewhat felt the need to watch my back.
On the spectrum of bars I would say it is one quarter of the way to being halfway wholesome. What is that? An eighth?
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Huh.
I remember once going into a bar like that with my son because it was the only public place around and he was in a bathroom related state of emergency. I felt more guarded then serving in the freaking 2nd Israeli-Lebanon war. I was terrified at what might happen. With my mind alerting itself to scenario's ranging from a gang of human traffickers to a prostitute deciding to practice her career exit plans as a tattoo artist. I can't imagine being able to relax as a parent in a situation like that.