Burst My Bubble

It’s no secret that I like my country music. And every now and then I like to get myself a country music fix by heading to a country bar. Sadly, Victoria lacks anything close to resembling a country bar so I get my fill when I visit Vancouver.
I had every intention of doing so this past weekend. I had always wanted to go to Boone County Cabaret, but have never managed to go in the 10 years that I’ve been legal.

This past weekend, I was going to do it. I was still on my country high from my birthday. A friend and I randomly ended up at Gabby’s a few weeks back on my birthday and had a pretty good time not to mention and awesome band!

(Side note: The Steel Toe Boots were awesome. You can really tell in their playing that they love what they do. My friend and I noted that they played Gary Allan’s - Right Where I Need To Be exceptionally well. From reading their Bio on their website, it’s the first song they ever learned.)

So this past Saturday, I headed out to Boone County Cabaret. When Tara and I got there Karen Lee Batten was playing. She is a local BC country singer and I have heard on the radio. I didn’t hear any country songs coming out of her, but it isn’t uncommon for country bands to do a rock song or two. (She was also pleasure to listen too)

Regardless, Tara and I began to dance. We had seen people two stepping so I still thought I was in a country bar.

The band packed up and the DJ started playing some rock music and then club music came on. I still wasn’t put off because even Rooster’s plays a few Top 40 songs.

But it was apparent in my tipsy state that something just wasn’t right. I went and requested a song I could line dance to and the DJ said he couldn’t play it. I was think WTF? And he said they weren’t a country bar any more.

My bubble had been burst! Initially, I was let down, but undeterred. I should’ve clued in that TNB being splattered on an overhead screen. (The New Boone.) I talked to the bouncer and he told me that it was either go bankrupt or change their platform. So they changed their platform. But they didn’t change their signage or décor inside.

Despite all this, I continued to have a good time with Tara and danced the night away. I wasn’t dressed for a club per se; skinny jeans, grey leather boots and a fitted v-neck tee more suited for a country bar as that what I was going for.

I learned a good lesson on my birthday. Don’t wear flip flops to a country bar. In my defense on my birthday we were graced with some spring like weather and I HAD no clue I’d end up at Gabby’s. It’s near impossible to line dance in flip flops but I did manage to do it!

But it wasn’t an experience I cared to repeat.

And I didn’t because I didn’t go to a country bar.