THIS MAY DEFEAT THE PURPOSE
#DailyMischief
Did I ever mention to you that M.C. Nugget and I dream of one day owning a bar in Bali?
I should probably clarify that. I proposed the idea to Nuggie, probably while wearing a bikini at the beach some afternoon while sipping cocktails. He stared at me like a deer in the headlights, nodded and smiled, muttering something like “Yeah…Good idea…” He really can’t help it. He’s a man, which means he’s completely and totally driven by his visual senses. But in terms of whether owning a bar would be his dream, well, I took his response as a yes.
Bali represents one of the last reasonably priced vestiges of Beach Paradise to me. I’ve never been, but the rumors must be true and I’m counting on it. If I do ever open a bar, I envision a dirt floor, grass roof, and I’d want to serve the best grilled fish tacos around. Just the thought makes me swoon. Imagine relaxing into your senior years with all the umbrella drinks and fruit smoothies you can get your hands on. I always think of the bar where Michael Douglas and Danny Devito met to talk business in Romancing the Stone or The Jewel of the Nile or something. That makes me swoon too.
I gave up on swooning over career, other sexy single men (since I have Nuggie to swoon over) or anything else a long time ago. I’m thinking ahead to retirement folks, and it is looking PRETTY freaking awesome.
So, the other day Nuggie were discussing Bali. Because we are an exercise obsessed people (not just him and me), we mused about how to incorporate that obsession into our bar.
While we were joking about it, this — THIS rolled off his tongue:
The Workout Bar
The words Bar and Workout, used together conjures up visions of trendy little studios that are all over the US, like Cardio Barre.
But do we spell ours Barre and confuse people? No. I think Workout Bar is best. Do you think people will know that our place offers the promise of cocktails after a great workout?
Then again, that may defeat the purpose.
Okay, we’re still working out the details. I’ll keep you posted.
In Gainesville, FL, near Sarkara Sweets Cafe, there is a tiny bar/bookstore called broken shelves. Love your idea of a yoga studio/gym with cafe and bar. Why not make it a little resort? 😉
I must visit Sarkara Sweets!!! I LOVE that! Yeah – it may be pilates, yoga, core… you name it, and then a full on NIGHT club at night. HAHA We’ll see! Bali Baby!
Sounds absolutely fabulous. “Bali Baby!”
I’m right there with ya H.!!!
The Workout Bar makes me think of sweaty bodies and fruit smoothies. How about The Down and Dirty Workout Bar? I Hope down and dirty doesn’t have a meaning I am not familiar with. I just watched NCIS LA and they ordered martinis that were a “little dirty”
BAHAHA! Onisha – Down and Dirty could work, though it originally was (I think) meant to be sexual… it’s used for hard work and diligence now too… And I hate dirty martinis. Give me clear, clean vodka in my martini any day. LOL But THANK you! Doesn’t my bar in Bali sound dreamy?
Somewhere warm and sunny sounds pretty good about now, can I come?
But of course Tara! Everyone is invited! 🙂