So far, my first summer being of legal age in Wildwood has been pretty successful. My days usually consist of lying on the beach before work. Then after I spend a few hours waiting tables and making some money, it’s time to go out for the night and spend that money. And I go out a lot.
Now, I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression. I’m not one of those girls you have to rip away from the bar stool during last call or push out the door at 3 AM when the house lights come on. No. I simply like to go out for a few drinks with my friends, maybe dance a little, laugh a little. It’s mostly about, for me, being young and having fun and experiencing a different side of my home—a different side of the Wildwoods—for the first time.
I try to take full advantage of the island’s nightlife and all it has to offer because, in less than a month, and before I know it, I’ll be heading back down to North Carolina for my last year of college, leaving behind memories of those crazy nights of my first summer being 21 in Wildwood. Scary to think my summer is almost over, but I have to face the facts.
I go to the bars every night—well, almost. I can say that after a month and a half of being around the late night scene, I pretty much have the low down on all the different places. I know where to go which nights. I know what kind of crowds to expect those nights. I know who’s having specials and who’s not, and I know that pretty much wherever I go I’m guaranteed to have a good time.
All of these bars are in the North Wildwood bar district. I like going to the bars down there because it’s like its own little area—every place is right next to each other in a few block radius. It’s also easy to get home from there, with me only living a few blocks away.
But since I’ve been going out down there basically all summer, I wanted to go somewhere new. I had that itch. I needed a change of scenery and a change of faces, though I was quite sure the drinks would be the same. So last Thursday, my coworker invited me with a few others to go out for a drink at Juan Pablo’s Margarita Bar down in Wildwood on good old PAC Ave. Though hesitant at first, never having been to Juan Pablo’s or any other bar outside of North Wildwood, I reluctantly agreed.
We walked through the door of Juan Pablo’s and made our way past the seating area and back towards the bar, where we took our seats. It’s nice in there, with the smooth tile floors and the glass doors lining the red walls, opening up towards the street and the outside set of tables placed right out front, where you can relax and sip your drinks. The lights were dimmed and the music was on. We were all seated. It was time for a drink.
I sat back and watched my friend as she ordered a Call a Cab from the bartender.
“A Call a Cab?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“What’s in it?” I asked.
“Everything,” she said. “You never heard of a Call a Cab?”
“No,” I said.”
“Natty,” she said, “you’re about to be introduced.”
Needless to say, I found out how the drink got its name—after one you need to call a cab to go home. But before I had to leave, I partied it up at Juan Pablo’s, and that’s where it’s at. It definitely cured my itch. It was a nice, new environment with a completely different feel than the bars in North Wildwood, and I liked it. My only complaint about the place is that there weren’t enough people in there partying with me. But hopefully I can change that soon.