Sigh… oh beach bars, why do I continue going to you if I never have fun at you? Those of you that know me in person, know that I’m anything but a beach bar girl. I’m an indoorsy/spray tan loving, cyber weirdo who prefers the rain over the sun any day, and definitely rather go out Downtown than to a grimy, sandy beach bar where girls sport flip flops and knotted hair with pride. However… my roommates are the opposite, your modern day beach bunnies if you may, and somehow always end up dragging me out to the PB bars. I’m not saying no normal people go to beach bars, but you and I both know they attract some real weirdos. I’m usually the girl in the corner growling with the glowing DO NOT DIZTURB sign permanently embedded in my forehead, I really don’t know why my friends even want me to go?

You get the point… Anyway, the other night we hit up Miller’s Field in PB and I actually had an ok time! Gasp… I’m not sure if it was the bar or just the fact that I was out with my favorite friends, either way it was fun. We had a great time people watching and laughing at all the boys pick up lines. One by one they’d drop like flies. One of my roomies is recently single and has been having a blast going out, so we send all the wild boys her way. She’s the feistiest as well, so it always makes for a fun show. Anyway, the point of this post was that Miller’s Field is an ok beach bar if you are in town visiting and must go to one.

There is plenty of room to sit and enjoy a cocktail or snack and the crowd isn’t too bad. Although, I didn’t even get carded at the door because an enormous black guy was trying to beat up some PB bro so all the staff was worried about that… Anyway, we shuffled upstairs, grabbed ourselves a table, proceeded to do what any snobby group of girls does and facebooked each other while sipping our $3 dollar you call its….. “Hey can you take our picture?”

Why does the red eye remover always leave me looking like a 16 year old blind Beagle?

The craziest thing to me about beach bars, is that the guys think we have to talk to them. I mean we’re not lingering at the bar like bar flies expecting you to buy our drinks. We got our own drinks and sat at a table to enjoy each other’s company. One guy said we had to expect being hit on going out together, but I find that confusing. I mean yea, were girls, but we don’t go out with the sole intention of talking to guys, especially beer chugging frat bros. Sure sometimes we enjoy meeting new people, but it’s annoying that guys think we have to talk back to them if we’re not interested. Don’t force convos ok! If a girls not interested just take the kick in the balls/ blow to the ego and keep it moving. I’m sure there’s a friendlier bunch near by.

One of Megan’s victims…

So with all that said, the moral of this bratty story is… Miller’s Field is an ok sporty beach bar to go to if you are looking for a nicer sports bar in PB while in town. They have great happy hours from 3-7 each night, and always seem to be playing some sort of sports game every time I’m there. For a list of all their specials click here. Til the next adventure…

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