No more Coors.

Baltimore is full of these quaint, local establishments, like Cats Eye Pub in Fells Point, where the regulars have been partying for decades & the youngin's come for 'something different'. Where you can jam out to a fantastic bluegrass band straight from the Blue Ridge or move & groove with a blues band from Cali. If you're like me, you'll even dance with the oldest guy in the bar, who's roughly 85. He'll kiss you on the cheek after the song ends & immediately shake your husbands hand afterwards thanking him for the dance he just had with his lovely wife. Not kidding. You will definitely learn you a few things, too. This guy really knows his moves. Like actual dance moves with actual names.

Cats Eye in particular fills my dancing void that overcomes me about every month or so. Last Thursday we went to the Baltimore Magazine Top Singles Party downtown, which somehow lead us spontaneously to Fells where we enjoyed brews from Warf Rat, fine friends at Rip Tide, and finally landed at Cats Eye for some sure-to-be fine tunes. The Skyla Burrell Band was in full effect when we tried to head north to Hamilton. No way could we pass it up, though! Jeremy knew it, too, when he saw me dancing on the sidewalk outside the pub.

Skyla Burrell Band. Amazing. Two chicks, two dudes, one stage (wink, wink. Ew. Mom you won't get that joke, and it's better that way. Promise.). The lead singer, who was also the lead guitarist, had the most powerful voice I might have ever heard. J was mesmerized by her, along with everyone else in the bar. They had such a rich sound all together, unlike any other band playing in Baltimore on that particular night, I can assure you of that. Cats Eye draws these kinds of bands. And I like to think it's for the exact reason mentioned above -- you'll find literally the first ever inhabitants of those bar stools dancing with the 21 year old and her friends at the end of her birthday celebration night. It's special and different.

See? Look how much fun we're having!! AND it's a Thursday!

Meanwhile, down the road at the majority of the other waterfront establishments, it's a snooze-fest. Maybe a 90's cover band (which, don't get me wrong, I'm totally fine with on occasion), playing Lightening Crashes or Self-Esteem practically in their sleep for the 1 millionth time. Everyone else is between the ages of 21-30, max, drinking Coors bottles & looking for the next drunk-ass biddy to walk in.

Man, I sound like a too-good-for-everything snobby B right now. I'm really not. I've just had my fill of 'post-college' bars and to put it simply, I just know what I like. And it ain't that. All the power to those 28 year old's out there slamming Bud Light & belting Glycerine. More bar space & dance lessons for me at Cats Eye ;)

-ERSM