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Sunday, September 20, 2009

Well, Sure, If Everyone Else Is Having Another One…

Don’t pay the ransom! I’ve escaped the clutches of an afternoon at The Spring Street!

We all survived: Erin, April, T, and I.

You know, the proper order of an afternoon of drinking is very important. Me? I recommend starting off with a burger and fries, particularly if it comes with bacon and fried onions. Drinking on an empty stomach leads to early inebriation, awkward flirtations and headaches.

And who needs the headaches?

I truly enjoy the people one meets while at a bar and grill. I’m in love with humanity. The guy with the mohawk and the Minnesota Twins tattoos – that’s different. The girl in what appears to be a toddler’s t-shirt, a belt and a pair of thigh-high sandals, knee-walking drunk at 1:00 in the afternoon? That’s just plain dedication, folks.

It was a beautiful day on Saturday, and we spent a lot of it on The Spring’s patio.

Initially, I must admit that I was against the no-smoking-in-the-bar rule, but having to step out on to the patio to smoke has lead to the meeting of people you would not normally meet. It’s become an intimate act: the group standing outside, smoking their dirty little cigarettes, form a camaraderie based on engaging in the act most natural to a bunch of inebriated goofs: Smoking.

“What’s your name again?” The man has tattoos suggesting that he has a thing for skeletons.

Again? I enjoy the casual BS that goes along with the bar. “You don’t remember?” I say, feigning, disbelief. “You said we were soul mates! You said we’d last forever! Go! Just go – you’ve broken my heart!”

Poor guy. All he really wanted was my lighter.

I needed Saturday afternoon: the friends, the laughs, a little escape from reality.

A mini-vacation? I can afford it at The Spring.


It’s a helluva life.

15 comments:

IB said...

You and I might actually be soul- mates. There is no finer way to spend a day...or an evening. The wife and I went out to a little tavern near home last night. We were just going to stop in and check it out, get a beer..or 2. Then the band started up and wouldn't ya know it, we were there until the wee hours. People were laughing, drinking and dancing. Of course, the medics showed up for 1 gal who took a bad tumble out in the lot, but that didn't slow us up too much. Good times!

powdergirl said...

Ah, smoking and drinking with strangers.

Always make me feel like I'm getting away with something : )

Madame DeFarge said...

Not so sure about the bacon, but I'd certainly go for the burger and fried onions. Plenty of them. Can't beat them for lining the stomach as necessary.

@eloh said...

Ah, youth..........

Under the Influence said...

Drunk at 1pm? Sounds like my kind of gal! Not sure about the clothes, though. :)

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the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

I wish I could drink, still.

I loved me some beer.

Now, it's all a happy memory.

I'm living vicariously through you, Pearl. Thanks for fighting the good fight.

A Mom on Spin said...

I have to confess, I love being in an old dingy bar on a beautiful afternoon. . .Seriously!

Joanna Jenkins said...

Ha! You had me hooked at burger and fries. By the time you got to bacon and friend onions I was swooning :-)
xo

Lynn said...

You went without your camera?????
I would have enjoyed a little vicarious joining in on the afternoon party!!!!

The Jules said...

Pah - s'only a really good night if you don't survive.

Er . . .

CatLadyLarew said...

A tavern with a patio on a warm, fall day is just what the doctor ordered. Smoke and all.

Amber Star said...

Ahh....the good ole days...the memories, etc. I no longer can drink, either...like someone else who posted. I don't miss the hangovers, but do miss the buzz, and right now I'm missing the smoke.

I pity the poor girl with the sandals who was on her knees. Bless her heart.

Sounds like you had a wonderful afternoon with friends and new friends, too. :)

♥ Braja said...

I wanna come out with you and Ian and Mrs IB. You leave me outta this and oy baby there's gonna be a fire but it won't be your old books burning, I can assure you....
xoxoxo

Jess said...

WHY oh WHY don't we live closer together! We could set up some sort of smokers posse and torture the boys! FUN!!! Drinking during the day...there really is nothing like it! The bliss!