before i start this review, i’d like to clarify something. last year i said that my children would be just like this one day. while i still want my miniature johnny cash, i’m also ready to be a cool mom:

i went to bogies on a saturday night which is exactly what you shouldn’t do unless you’re going to see a band. this place is a tuesday/thursday night for almost everyone.

attire: like the abbott, nix any excess clothing. i mean, it’s not as bad, but it’s still hot as balls.

smells: nothing stood out to me. the scent is defined by body sweat and a whole cluster of deodorant, cologne and perfume.

music: this place rules because you can go one night when a dj is spinning records and the next night a screamo band is flopping around. however, on the saturday i attended, a bunch of pretty good bands played in the pit area (i suppose you could call it that), but i walked over toward the bar to take down some notes, and summer breeze was playing

i was half-expecting two 30-something losers to start making out to bob segar’s “turn the page” but it never happened. i did see a paraplegic receive a lap dance from a lady friend and it made up for the tonsil hockey that never came to be.

lines: saturday night my friend molly and i got inside in under 30 seconds. however, i went out with some friends several weeks ago to bogies and we waited on line for at least 45 minutes and i ended up bailing because i am truly a 60 year old woman who, on friday nights, just wants to watch movies on the couch with a blanket and tea. and get her back scratched.

bouncers: i didn’t include this in my last review but it’s worth noting. i was able to talk to the bouncers to a good 20 minutes due to the lack of people waiting to get inside. i didn’t catch their names, but they told me they liked my pink doc martens. alas, they’re good in my book! they both were nice and explained that they don’t want to be rude to the patrons unless they have to be that way. for reference, one of the bouncers at the abbott was definitely a vietnam war vet. he’s not the kind of guy who would warm up to you immediately but buy him a hot breakfast at a cheap diner and he probably has a million and a half stories to tell. the other bouncer was juiced up, orange, had gelled hair combed downward. he had a twinge of sadness in his eyes, probably because he has to work two jobs just to keep support himself (there is no way he is not in the construction business during the day time. i can guarantee there is a barbed wire tattoo on his bicep even if he didn’t take off his white hoodie).

moral of the story: bogies is one of those places that is so eclectic, it just depends on the type of person you are and what night you choose to go that i can’t deliver any kind of legitimate answer on whether or not you should check this place out. for the most part, i say