Yesterday I went to my neighborhood bar for the first time. I was out with my cousin for her birthday and we decided to go there because, for me, it was something new, and it has a pool table.
It had always had a quite ominous appearance to me when I passed it on the street, very dark, usually a crowd of twenty somethings hanging just outside of it, and loud music pouring out of it. My cousin had been in a relationship with a member of a band that used to play there so she knows it well.
Well, the dark appearance was mainly due to what was covering the from door, posters with black as the dominant color. The inside, is rather open, and, last night at least, not very crowded. The primary clientele are young men living in the neighborhood from what I could tell. Or, more likely, that's who the regulars are, but when a band plays it draws crowds from all around the city.
I know one of the guys pretty well and he said "Hi" and shook my hand. He sat a few bar stools down from us. I felt a little awkward because we had sort of dated at one point, but I got over it, fortunately. Whew! Actually, it probably made the evening because, feeling self-conscious, I clicked into performative mode and began regaling my cousin with stories.
It had always had a quite ominous appearance to me when I passed it on the street, very dark, usually a crowd of twenty somethings hanging just outside of it, and loud music pouring out of it. My cousin had been in a relationship with a member of a band that used to play there so she knows it well.
Well, the dark appearance was mainly due to what was covering the from door, posters with black as the dominant color. The inside, is rather open, and, last night at least, not very crowded. The primary clientele are young men living in the neighborhood from what I could tell. Or, more likely, that's who the regulars are, but when a band plays it draws crowds from all around the city.
I know one of the guys pretty well and he said "Hi" and shook my hand. He sat a few bar stools down from us. I felt a little awkward because we had sort of dated at one point, but I got over it, fortunately. Whew! Actually, it probably made the evening because, feeling self-conscious, I clicked into performative mode and began regaling my cousin with stories.
She had quite a few stories of her own to share, and we had an awesome conversation. My family rocks.
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