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I don’t know about you, but personally, I’m a little over the bar scene, primarily because I know exactly how the night will play out. After lying in bed too long to wash my hair, I’ll spray some dry shampoo on last night’s curls, and spend $6 on a craft beer (or a vodka-cran if I’m feeling exceptionally basic). With my first drink in hand, I’ll complain about my week at work to my friends and wait for the inevitable offer to refill from one of the guys in my group or nearby. After one more drink and a little bit of wingwoman-ing for the singles in my group, I’ll head back home and repeat every Friday night until the end of time. If only there were something, anything that could make a trip to the bar more exciting, I might actually even brush my hair before showing up.
If you live in London, you’re in luck, because the best bar ever just opened. Forget everything you know about bars because this adults-only bar has a popup ball pit with 200,000 balls to jump around in. The appropriately named BallieBallerson opened in Dalston last week and is obviously a huge success, mainly because you’re allowed to bring your drink with you into the ball pit. In case you’re worried about germs, which I definitely would be, BallieBallerson has a special cleaning machine for the balls to make sure that your experience is good, clean fun, literally.
Oh, but I still haven’t gotten to the best part. For 35 pounds, or about $43 for those of us in the States, you get the progressive dinner of the best kind. Forget the fancy cocktails that Nancy made you drive all over town to drink for her 28th birthday; at BallieBallerson, you get an hour of unlimited drinks in the ball pit, an hour of bottomless spaghetti and meatballs, and another unlimited hour of drinking at the bar. Move over, Olive Garden. You’ve just been dethroned. If there’s something better than working up an appetite by playing in a ball pit with unlimited prosecco and then being gifted with all of the carbs I can fit into my stomach, I honestly don’t want to know.
Like all great things, this must come to an end, and sadly, that end comes on New Year’s Eve this year. Unfortunately, as a popup shop, BallieBallerson will only be around until December 31st and then it’s back to regular old bars with margs and mozz sticks for us. If you’re in London, I highly recommend taking advantage of this opportunity before it’s too late and you have to return to the same old Chili’s for some predictable, frozen marg action. Until the end of the year, I’ll just be busy wishing I was at the adult version of Chuck E. Cheese while I drink my Hefeweisen in a dimly-lit corner bar, but hey, beer’s beer, so I’ll try to keep my complaining to a minimum. .
[via Metro UK]
Literally the only thing that could entice me into a ball pit at this age is a whole bunch of drugs.
London is dirty enough without sharing a ballpit with strangers.
Would love to get the first hand job since ‘nam in that place
Just the amount of semen in that pit…
Wouldn’t be a ball pit without some crusty semen.
There is no way they play anything besides EDM the whole time you’re in there.
100 bucks says there is all sorts of lost drugs and needles in that ball pit…
My mind immediately went to the Jackass stunt (if you want to call it that) where they release the anacondas into a ball pit and get in.
There was a ball pit at the Halloween party I attended. 10/10 would frolic in a ball pit again.
Move to a place known for bad dental hygiene and a sewer river running through it? No thanks.
Much like Chuck E Cheese I’m sure throw up is somewhere in there
Good way to get hep C.