Out of my graduating class of guys in my fraternity at Miami University, I was the first one to turn 21, having my birthday the July before our Junior year started. This was awesome in most aspects, meaning that I could legally drink and not have to worry about getting in trouble anymore, but it mostly meant that my close friends would ask me to buy them beer, and that I was still going to one of the many 18+ bars/clubs that they have in Oxford, Ohio, and not the 21+ bars that I wanted to go to, since my close friends couldn’t get in.
Once we got to about October, I had a majority of my friends to go out with to 21 and over bars, namely one named “Three Trees,” which was inside the Holiday Inn that was located near High Street, Uptown. At the time, it was going through a name change to M.I.A., which I still don’t quite understand the meaning for the change, but whatever, people still called it Three Trees. It was popular with the upperclassmen, and having become one at that point, I was always up to hit any of the 21+ bars when possible.
It was some night in late October that my friend Chris and I had decided to hit the bars, and none of our friends wanted to come with, so could go to one of the 21+ bars without needing to worry about ditching anyone. We had pregamed the bars pretty hard, and hit up a few bars before decided to go to Three Trees for the first time to see what all the fuss was about, just to give you an idea of where our heads were.
I remember walking up to the doors seeing the newly remodeled, and renamed bar had one of those stupid plastic neon colored palm trees in the entry way, so I figured the “M.I.A.” name change was suppose to be something like “Miami” but the Miami in Florida, but at the Miami in Ohio. We walked up the stairs, to find a fake brick wall with the letters “M.I.A.” painted in a graffiti style on the wall to the left of the entrance, where a giant bouncer was checking IDs. I was able to write off the weird atmosphere after hearing that two of the hotter sororities on campus were having a social just before we had gotten there, so the place was crawling with gorgeous girls.
Chris and I got in, and made a B-line for the bar to get some beers. I think they had Bud Light bottles on special that night, so we ended up getting those. We had planned on getting one each at the time, but given the incredibly poor service that the bar had at the time, we ended up getting two each at the same time.
While the bar was full of beautiful girls, Chris and I realized that we really didn’t know anyone there, so downed our beers and decided that it was time to leave. I knew the next bar would more than likely have a line outside of it, so I decided to head to the bathroom in the Holiday Inn before heading outside; Chris thought the same and joined me.
I was standing at the far left urinal, away from the door, while Chris was standing at the far right urinal, closest to the door. In between the urinals and the door, were the sinks. It had only been no more than ten seconds into my piss when I hear the door open, and a few guys barged in, buggy eyed, and blatantly coked out of their minds. They locked the door and stood around by the sinks. I was worried that we would be pushed around since one of the guys had pulled a baggy of coke out and I had seen it, but I wasn’t sure.
Mind you, Chris and I are still standing and peeing at our respective urinals. One of the guys comes over to our section of the bathroom, and comes up behind Chris’ right shoulder, and just says, “Hey man, want a bump?”
This is where I got a nervous feeling, and thought “Holy shit, am I going to have to do some coke with these guys? Are they going to make me do coke? I’ve never done coke! I don’t want to do coke!”
Now I knew this meant that he was offering Chris a bump of cocaine, but Chris, for some reason or another, did not. Chris turns to his right, looks at the kid, and replies with “No thanks, man, I’m not gay.”
This response had left me so confused. And I could tell that I wasn’t the only one that was confused. The kid that asked Chris if he’d like a bump was having his whole history of drug use flash before his eyes in a panic that he had been doing the “gay drug.”
The kid offered me some coke, to which I politely declined, I mean, that shit’s expensive. I had finished peeing at this point, and had just decided to skip washing my hands, as to not mess with any of the drugs that were being handled near there. Once out of the bathroom, I could hear the door lock again, and I looked at Chris, who had a completely oblivious look on his face. I looked at him for a second, and before I could ask him to explain his response to the guy’s offer for some free coke, Chris blurts out “I can’t believe those guys wanted to bump uglies!” And that was my run in with cocaine at a bar called Three Trees.
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