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19 September 2006 @ 07:16 pm
I do not typically venture into a bar, lounge, or pub without a good reason and a companion to companionize my experience, yet once in a fit of loneliness I actually made it out the door and into one of the just-above-dive bars in a town affectionately known as "The People's Republic". This particular bar was known for kooky live acts, loungey without being sentimental, kitschy, or just plain awful and desperation seemed to point me in this lucky bars direction. After carefully picking out my most "attractable-to-womankind" outfit and getting my butt out the door, to the place, and down the stairs I confidently ordered my cocktail - I forget which - I'm not a big drinker either. Taking my drink and perusing the few ladies who were seemingly "available" I walked to the perimeter of the bar, wanting to just sort of hang back and observe... or so I thought.

I soon hit the wall. Literally. A mirrored wall reflecting the general shapes of people in the smokey (one could smoke then) soon found my all my geekhood, and especially my face, smooshed into it. All I saw were "more people" so I figured - well, keep going - who knows what honey lays back there - maybe that one, unattached, able & ample bodied woman lay back there, untouched as of yet by the succesful. Not to be. Someone said to me, "um, its a WALL" and I backed off, prying myself off and leaving my dignity & drink, a clear indicator of my prowess and what kind of night anyone could expect if they so chose to approach. Lets just say the warning worked all too well and end this lesson here.

"Here endeth the lesson."
Ticklebuddy Wonderpooaubkabob on September 25th, 2006 04:31 am (UTC)
oh noes!!!