A guy walks into a bar, but he was short and nearly clears it
When flirting conversationally, try not to make demands of women you don’t know. It’s not cute, it’s not “take charge,” and we’re all laughing at you.
Category: Bar Night
The seasons change, the air grows crisp, the leaves lie dead on the ground. But other things stir beneath the leaves, beneath the dirt, in crypts and in coffins – and they wait. Oh, I think they may be waiting for you. All Hallows Eve approaches dark and stealthy like a feral cat and the […]
When I have time and can get my thoughts together, I’ll tell you the story of a woman who lives next door to me. I call her Boozy McDrinkerton. D calls her Drinkie McBoozed. She probably has a little Scotch in her. And a little beer. And a little Vodka. She can stay drunk for days […]
I am utterly wrecked. Those following along on Twitter got frequent updates on my night from hell. It started out as any other bar night, with my bands showing up fashionable late. The bar hosted Tyvek, Plexi 3 from Wisconsin, and The Frustrations. I always ask that the bands be there by nine so they […]
I have had better nights. I was left to my own devices that night, what with Uncle needing to take care of things. It’s not unusual and I run most Thursdays by myself. Fridays aren’t much busier unless there’s a band in. I set about reading my new issues of Black Ink Horror – this […]
It’s been slow on Thursday nights even though we’re supposed to be hosting a pool league. They’re not exactly – team oriented. We’re supposed to be their practice facility but they almost never show up. Won’t they be surprised when they come in to play on Saturday and there’s a loud band playing where their […]