I have said it once, and I will say it again. I love Boltini’s.

It’s not just the ambience of the dimly lit facility with old-fashioned decor and candlelit tables. It’s the powerful martinis that pack a punch while pleasing my palette.

Yes, they are expensive, and $8 for a drink sounds kind of ridiculous. Considering the power of the ‘tini, I would have to argue otherwise. After two or three martinis you’re going to feel it, I don’t care if you are a lightweight or not.

If you go onto campus and buy mixed drinks at $3 or $4 dollars a pop, you’re going to get half the liquor served in a plastic cup in a bar with sticky floors and annoying people. You’ll also end up spending just as much if you had just opted for downtown.

The mocha martini was delicious as usual, and perfect for dessert after dinner (if you‘re not put off by thick, creamy alcoholic drinks). This was followed by the island cosmo martini, with the looks of a regular cosmopolitan (minus the lemon peel but rather adorned with a lime) the drink was reminiscent, as the server had suggested, of red gummi bears. Yum.

I think I shouldn’t go dancing anymore. I broke 3 glasses at Soma last night while wildly flailing my arms about. It was pretty funny when I broke the second one, because I turned around and knocked it out of a guy’s hand in a manner that seemed intentional (he had quite a look of shock on his face). I gave my apologies, and tried to tone down my dance of jubilation. It was obvious after glass number 3 that it was not possible.

If I may reference Alice Cooper, schoooooooooool’s out FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!

So I’ve heard a lot of crap talked about C-Street lately—namely that it was not as fun as it used to be and that the crowd there had turned skeezy. I went there last night with this predisposition in mind, but I didn’t find it to be more or less skeezy than it ever was (there’s always going to be people like that at any bar). The floor was sticky, but that is a hazard you’ll find in many campus bars.

This brings me to my next point: I always have an amazing time when I go to C-Street. Perhaps its because we usually end a night there, and I’ve already had a few drinks to wet my appetite for dancing like a maniac—but there is no better place to let loose than this bar.

I remember the first time I came to C-Street, I thought that I would feel weird and everyone would know I was straight and not want me there. I couldn’t have been more wrong, and there seemed like there were more straight people last night than on previous nights. I also enjoy being able to go out and dance with my girlfriends without the constant interruptions of guys coming up and grinding behind you in hopes that you’ll go home with them.

I wish I had pictures to show, but the batteries on my camera died. Next time!