814 Broadway
Santa Monica, CA 90401
(310) 394-3504
Santa Monica, CA 90401
(310) 394-3504
Bodega Wine Bar
Category: Wine Bars
Neighborhood: Santa Monica
6/28/2009
Sadly, I don't get to go out as often as I'd like, so, I was pretty excited when a cute boy took me to have a drink at Bodega on Friday night. The bouncer, who (for around a minute) was my bff because he kept me from being the only person to notice a woman's outfit that was so bewildering, I would have suffered miserably had I been the only person observant enough to appreciate it and make fun of it. (The woman left when I arrived, it's not like I was pointing at her and laughing or anything.)
Inside, the patrons of the bar were far less interesting or fun as the bouncer. The dj (DJ Wildcat, if I heard him right...) was playing amazing music and no one was dancing. Because no one was dancing, I felt too embarrassed to ask my date to dance...it made me sad, because I wanted to show him my moves!
Anyway, it was weird. I don't know if people weren't dancing because the 'dance floor' is roughly the size of a dinner plate or if they weren't dancing because they're really robots, posing as young urban professionals. So, i just had to sit there in my chair and try not to wiggle about or look like that dumb chick in the Mitsubishi commerical--but that's fucking hard when you hear your favorite Justice song (no, not D.A.N.C.E.!! Go a little deeper in their iTunes list, please!)...mashed with some ridiculously topical Michael Jackson song that I can't remember right now. Brilliant. Go for the atmosphere and the terrific staff--but bring your own group of friends, because the people who go to this bar don't deserve it.
Inside, the patrons of the bar were far less interesting or fun as the bouncer. The dj (DJ Wildcat, if I heard him right...) was playing amazing music and no one was dancing. Because no one was dancing, I felt too embarrassed to ask my date to dance...it made me sad, because I wanted to show him my moves!
Anyway, it was weird. I don't know if people weren't dancing because the 'dance floor' is roughly the size of a dinner plate or if they weren't dancing because they're really robots, posing as young urban professionals. So, i just had to sit there in my chair and try not to wiggle about or look like that dumb chick in the Mitsubishi commerical--but that's fucking hard when you hear your favorite Justice song (no, not D.A.N.C.E.!! Go a little deeper in their iTunes list, please!)...mashed with some ridiculously topical Michael Jackson song that I can't remember right now. Brilliant. Go for the atmosphere and the terrific staff--but bring your own group of friends, because the people who go to this bar don't deserve it.
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