It is what it is.

I sometimes wonder what the workers at Lazarri's think of me when I wander in there all alone around 11:30 or midnight and order two slices of pizza and proceed to eat them both before even sitting down. But then I just remember where I am- Lincoln, and know its completely acceptable, even normal actually. It's normal in Lincoln to spend the night in a bar and wake up the next day only to start your shift there while still drunk from the previous night, not that this happened to anyone I know... It sure didn't happen to the same girl who just a few months ago had to call the Fire Dept because she got her arm stuck in a couch... It's normal in Lincoln for a 24year old guy to end his night by walking around the Bar in size small boyshort style underwear with "The Bar" printed across the butt. But these people certainly are not people I know, or rather related to me even. It's all just a part of a normal weekend in the quiet college town that is Lincoln. I blame the shenanigans that occur in Lincoln on the price of drinks. Sure $1 drinks sound like a good idea, but that's just asking for trouble. I mean 50cent beers is simply ridiculous. Downtown is becoming the new house party. And it's scaring me. At least back in the day of house parties you had the secure feeling of of knowing it was just your friends that saw you in your worst hour- but when you're at a bar the possibilities of embarrassing encounters and sober judging eyes are endless. Well unless you're at the Rail or the Bar, no sober eyes are at these two spots. And pretty much no strangers, either. There is a reason people either absolutely love or hate these places. Its simple- you pretty much fall into one of two categories, you either know just about everyone there, or you know no one-so then you go to Brothers, the Old Navy of downtown. It is what it is. The thought of O street without sloppy bars makes me think of house parties without the legacy that was known as WEST O party house. Freshman and sophomore year would have not have been what it was if not for that little piece of heaven barely outside of city limits. A place that had a VIP section in the upstairs living room with its own keg, a place where it was normal to sit in the filthiest hot tub in the world during the middle of a party, it was a place where all were welcome. Fratties obvs, athletes, some pro even, some simply recruits, GDI's, it didn't matter. West O welcomed you with open arms- and ice luges.