I began thinking about it as soon as I got home. “What is it?” I wondered. I looked in the mirror and felt complete frustration at my forgetfulness. I concentrated as hard as I could, and still, I couldn’t think of it. A total blank. I turned off my cell and my landline, and stood in front of the mirror. “Dammit! What is it???” I grew increasingly irritated as I could almost see it in front of my eyes but couldn’t remember it completely. “What was that name?!?!” I began repeating to myself, holding my hands at my temples, closing my eyes, and meditating. “Mimi?” No, didn’t sound right. “Momo?” Nope, that one either. I closed the blinds and unplugged the stereo. “Schnuck?” No, no, and no! I stuffed the cats in the linen closet and unplugged all electrical appliances. “Smelly?” No, but getting close. “I got it! I got it!!!! I yelled to myself, “I remember now! “My name is Shlomi!” Phew.
Yep, I was that drunk, but it was worth every second. Because that night I went out to Boystown newest Hot locale: Minibar. Formerly Felt, Minibar has recently expanded and doubled its space, turning one half into a lounge and the other into a restaurant, both of which turn into one giant bar after hours. The place boasts amazingly sleek decor with flattering lighting (a vital necessity come the third drink), a selection of the hippest tunes by the selected DJ of the night, a fantastic selection of drinks (the Minibar’s Margarita is a must), and most importantly, everyone’s favorite accessory: drool-worthy bartenders. At least one of those things, if not all, will make you forget your name, guaranteed.