BYOW

Out with the girls for a bachelorette party on Saturday night, I spied a little sign posted near a scantily clad "bartender" serving beer out of a giant tub at Coyote Ugly. It read:

We do not serve women here.
You have to bring your own.

That little message says it all.

Another quite scary sight (this time at Nerve-ana, the new '90s room at Polly Esther's): Two intoxicated twenty-something girls singing and dancing -- word for word and step for step -- to N'Sync's Bye, Bye, Bye.