We Got the (Rum) Runs!
There's a lot that's weird about downtown Greensboro. And there's a lot awesome about downtown Greensboro. We don't know how does it, but they manage to combine both in one crazy, lumpy margarita that we don't mind downing as fast as we can before bolting out the door. (In the AWESOME department Rum Runners has a Sunday Bloody Mary BAR, which can get even the most blasé alkie in your group excited about mixing shit into their drink. )
Drinks in hand, Amanda and others in our party noticed a breeze blowing. (Inside.) It was a hurricane-like breeze, so we looked up to see if someone had left the roof open, or if we were in a production of Miss Turns out it was a ceiling fan, but here's what we noticed. The Rum Runners corporate decor aims to evoke something like this:

But, we didn't quite feel it.
We did, however, get a strong vibe:

Which was enlivened by a soupçon of frat house panache:
But overall, we found the whole experience of the outside/yet still
inside theme to be completely reminiscent of our favorite

Before we bolted our Absolute Pear and sodas, we managed a couple rounds of THIS:
(We are pretty sure this is the Rum Runner's national anthem)
