A Fresh Experience in the North
By Kyle Jenkins

I find it hard to believe that anyone would really want to stray from the nightlife of a hotspot like Coconut Grove.
However, everybody needs a change of scenery every once in a while. Why not steer off the beaten
path and venture to a more low profile city like Annapolis, Maryland? Despite being
a smaller town, Annapolis offers a nightlife that is equally capable of delivering the goods as Coconut Grove
is.
I would not say that the bars of downtown Annapolis
are ‘better’ or ‘worse’ than those of Coconut Grove. They are simply different.
Each nocturnal scene has its pros and cons. The party crowds of either town are certainly horses
of a different color. However, either crowd can be quite the company. The WAKA Kickball
league that ventures into the Grove after their games on Friday nights is quite the bit of entertainment. Their
flip cup tournaments are a certainty every Friday night at Boardwalk Tavern. They party hard.
On the other end of the spectrum, the Annapolis crowd is typically more low-key. The younger
locals can be a bit rowdy but most Annapolitans generally like to enjoy a beer and a conversation. I am
a laid-back personality myself and I do enjoy simply taking it easy some nights. Additionally, I find it
relatively easy to kick back and relax in a bar where several pages of our nation’s history were written.
Speaking of history, in downtown Annapolis a person can have a drink in historical landmarks such as Middleton’s
Tavern, which is literally a two-hundred and sixty year-old establishment. How does that taste going down?

Still standing tall as a proud symbol of Annapolis’
cultural history, Middleton’s Tavern originally opened for business downtown in 1750. That is twenty-five
years before the first shots of the American Revolutionary War were fired. Today, the tavern is still pouring
the booze for the Annapolis locals. History even suggests that Middleton’s was a popular
hangout among the 1786 Annapolis Convention delegates during the earliest drafting of the U.S. Constitution. Representatives
such as Founding Father Alexander Hamilton used to throw a few back at Middleton’s after a long day of laying the bricks
of our country’s foundation. Other frequenters of Middleton’s Tavern included George Washington,
Benjamin Franklin, and Thomas Jefferson.

Unlike the relatively modern buildings of Coconut Grove,
the ancient structures of Annapolis are not always accommodating to a night of drinking. That is
not to say that the buildings in downtown Annapolis are not safe. However, such architectural relics
can make a trip to the restroom feel like an obstacle course. For example, a bathroom trip in McGarvey’s
Saloon requires one to hike up a flight of stairs that is nearly as steep as a construction ladder. When
I gave climbing those stairs a shot I almost felt like I needed to hold somebody’s hand. Conquering
that staircase would be tough to do sober. Regardless, the architectural obstacles ultimately provide the
tourists with a fresh experience.
Lastly, what is either town serving? What
drinks does one town have that the other does not? Fat Tuesday in Coconut Grove concocts some tasty grain-alcohol
frozen drinks. A few flavors on the menu are the Dirty Monkey, Purple Passion, and Mango Tango.
Mr. Moe’s makes its own frozen drink as well. Those will do you in for the night.
Annapolis is more traditional with its drinking. You won’t find any frozen
drinks here. The pride of downtown Annapolis is beer. Several bars in downtown Annapolis carry Samuel Adam’s seasonal brews. Additionally, at least three bars in downtown Annapolis have their own personal brand of beer brewed just for them including Middleton’s “Oyster Ale” and
McGarvey’s “Aviator.” Can you honestly claim that you’re not at least a little
tired of drinking the same store-bought brews? Are you ready for a change? Take a chance
and try something different whether it is a different beer, a different bar, or a different town altogether.

There are three words often heard at this time of year that strike fear into the hearts
of fathers everywhere. Those three words can crush the spirit of even the most capable Dad. Those words: “Some assembly
required.”
My children have now grown beyond the stage where every blasted Christmas gift they receive needs to be constructed using tools thinner than sewing needles by the skillful,
unwavering hands of a neurosurgeon. I cannot tell you how many times I have cursed Santa’s elves – or the blue-vested
Toys-R-Us guys – for not pre-assembling the mountains of toys my kids have received over the years. I have the scarred
knuckles to prove my point.
“Come see what Santa brought us!” our kids would yell when they were very little.
“Daddy, why are your hands bandaged and packed in ice?”
It’s
easier when kids are very small. Many of their Christmas toys come pre-assembled. In fact, many come in one piece. Parents
just remove the expensive gadgets from their boxes, make sure all the bells ring and the buzzers sound. Then we put the toys
on the shelves because the kids are too busy exploring the empty boxes rather than enjoying the whiz-bang educational SAT
improving PBS and pediatrician approved learning plaything we just bought, thanks to a bank loan.
“Some assembly required.” That phrase echoes in my head like Edgar Allan Poe’s
raven, or that abrasive duck from the insurance commercials.
It’s harder
when the kids are at that in-between age where they are too young to assemble toys themselves and too young to be of any help
whatsoever.
“Hey, pal, please hand me the screwdriver.”
“You mean this?”
“No. That’s
a garden hose. The screwdriver is the long metal thing with the plastic handle.”
“You
mean that?”
“No. That’s a shovel that we use to clean up after the dog. Never mind. Go get
Mommy for me now that I’m pinned under this basketball hoop and can’t move. Tell Mommy that Daddy is losing consciousness.”
Now that three of our kids are teenagers and one is an almost-teen, gift giving doesn’t involve
Craftsman tools, words under my breath or directions written in Swedish. The only knuckle scraping I experience now comes
from constantly reaching into my back pocket for my wallet. And the only blood loss I risk comes from putting things in envelopes
and risking paper cuts.
“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart! Here’s a Target
gift card to keep along with your Borders gift card and your Blockbuster gift card!”
I know that giving gift cards seem like the lazy man’s way out. There are times when
I look back sentimentally on those past Christmas Eves, where my wife and I stayed up until 3:00 a.m. struggling to follow
the directions for assembling dollhouses, bicycles or life-sized Batcaves. Our hands shook from overwork and from downing
two-liter bottles of Diet Coke to stay awake. Our eyes were tired and crossed from trying to connect too many slots “A”
to slots “B”. Then after getting about twenty minutes of sleep the kids would stampede into the bedroom announcing
that Santa left behind a mountain of toys, and several empty plastic soda bottles.
I
do miss the blissful looks on their faces and the loving hugs around the neck from tiny arms. I do miss the excitement that
the anticipation of Santa’s visit brings to young children. I miss the trampling of tiny feet up and down the steps.
I don’t miss the bruises and contusions and the clanking at midnight that comes after Daddy tripped over the toolbox.
The nightmares have stopped but the haunting phrase “some assembly required” still makes
me flinch. It is important to remember, however, that scraped knuckles do heal over time.