I don’t know why but I have been dying to go to Beta for the past two years. Beta is basically the quintessential night club in Denver. I mean apparently LeBron James was there a few weeks ago? You might be thinking to yourself right now that Beta doesn’t really seem like my kind of place. You’re right. My weekends generally consist of me going to bed early in order to spend time playing in the mountains the next morning. Going out and clubbing is just not my thing. I accept and embrace this.
So how did this all happen? My softball team needed a girl sub on Friday night, and my roommate agreed to play if I would agree to go out to Beta with her afterwards. Beta? Finally an excuse to go. No arm twisting needed there, I was sold.
Glow bracelets, ready for action.
My roommate and I met up with some of our friends for some beers at Freshcraft before venturing over to the myth, the legend – BETA. Figuring out how to enter Beta was somewhat of a challenge. I swear, there were like five different entrances. And half of our party was on some list and the other half was not which only added to the challenge. Once we got inside we went to the dance floor on the second story to meet my roommate’s friend. I think I was undergoing sensory overload at this point. Don’t be fooled by the kids on Jersey Shore, clubbing is serious business.
This is where the night starts to get weird. My roommate’s friend had a friend that had met some people over in the bottle service section. So we then ended up going over and hanging out in the bottle section area with this older guy and several random people. The older guy introduced himself as “The Hotness” and was wearing a white tie with a white shirt, so you knew he was legitimate. I had no idea who the random people were. It was also unclear to me if any of them knew each other. Many questions went unanswered. Unfortunately it was kind of the lamest bottle service ever. When we got there the bottles were all gone and only mixers remained. Although to be honest I probably could have really gone for some OJ at that point.
After leaving the bottle service area, my roommate and I decided that we had sufficiently experienced Beta. We never even technically danced while we were there. I know, I would be the worst cast member of The Jersey Shore ever. To recover from the Beta experience, we headed to a high class bar called The Giggling Grizzly downtown. I think every single patron at The Giggling Grizzly was wearing a plaid shirt. Paula was much more at home.
My kind of bar.
We stayed at The Giggling Grizzly until closing time, a very smart move on our part because then we were trying to get a taxi at the same exact time as every single other person in Denver. Luckily I was with the group, and I don’t mess around when it comes to taxis. I eventually ended up sprinting a few blocks ahead to flag a taxi down. It’s all about being aggressive.
The good news is that now I know what Beta experiences entail. And in the future if I’m not going to bed early on a Friday night and I happen to be going out I’ll happily skip the clubs and head straight to The Giggling Grizzly and plaid shirt land thank you very much.