After a recommendation, I was like, Sweet! A bar 95 floors up, that sounds awesome... Well, it was scary as shit, but at first it wasn't scary at all.It's a seat yourself sortof deal, before 4pm. And so I walked around the perimeter of all glass windows browsing for a seat. I find one, and deciding to take a photo, lean over the edge. I zoom in to see a building, but become dizzy. My depth perception wasn't used to looking at the world from a Spider Man like height. So I decided I needed a good stiff drink to get me settled.
The bartender was chill, but having worked there for 14 years, didn't have the same reality as me. He assured me of the 3 inch thick windows, and how they collapse inward and not outward, so I couldn't fall out (wack excuse). Basically, he wasn't afraid of being blown over by a swift breeze like I was. So after pouring me a glass of '12 years aged Glenlivet on the rocks' for $13+tax(actually $17 w a small tip and 11.9 percent sales tax) he told me that I should go stand on the edge for a minute, because it gets better if you look out for a while. I muster up the courage after 'Popeye's spinach' filled gulps of booze, and sit beside the window. It actually was amazing. I would love to take a girl there at some point of my life. The view at night I hear is breathtaking, although I had plans later, and had to be at Damen Blue Line at 5:45. More on that later. (bottom right photo is from the 94th floor, which is of the restaurant that looked way too expensive to even touch with a golden spoon, so I left.)
sounds like an experience
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