Thoughts from a Bar

Don’t blog while drunk. That’s lesson one.

You know how when you’re at a party, and you’ve had a couple-three brewskis, and you want to tell everyone just how special they are to you? “I love all you guys!” you holler. You start throwing around hugs. You mean it. You really, really, want everyone to know how special you think they are. You wake up the next morning with a headache and a vague sense of embarrassment.

First, I want to apologize for the brain slap when you were reading about some guy getting his buddy drunk and suddenly you were reading about my personal life. I don’t know what happened there. It was a shitty trick to pull on my friends. I blame the beer. It put me in a maudlin mood, thinking about Chris and his evil imaginary girlfriend conundrum. Damn that Chris! He coulda just had a beer or two and saved the rest of us the drama. No excuse for me, I passed it on.

I dropped by The Cannery tonight. I knew Nicole worked today, but I was too late. She was off minutes before I showed up. I wanted to see if she had read what I wrote about her. Another result of drinking and blogging. When you’re with your buddies and you drink too much and vomit up your soul your friends scrape off the bile and pat you on the back, all agree that ‘you needed that’. That’s one thing, nice and private, and closely held among those that respect you and what your lapse represents.

I want to assure new readers that things aren’t generally so sappy around here. Really, they aren’t. It’s just that, well, things got a little out of hand the other day and these attempts to put things back like they were is likely to cause other trouble as well.

When I asked about Nicole, Molly, another fine bartender, asked me, “Are you suiting her?” Charmed as I am by the phrase, I am not suiting Nicole. Soon enough I will be gone from here so any suitor-talk would be dishonest. That’s not going to stop me from chatting with her, however, unless she gets that restraining order. I am struck by her happy and fetching ways–and you would be, too–but that just means she’s a good bartender. You already know I have a soft spot for bartenders. Especially pretty ones. I just can’t help it. Please forgive me when I get a little sappy about one.

4 thoughts on “Thoughts from a Bar

  1. I wouldn’t worry, man. I wish my drunk expressions were as graceful. I honestly don’t think you embarrassed yourself. But if it worries you, be careful of that Czech beer. Which, by the way, we want a scholarly analysis of all this crazy specific gravity stuff. I hope pL and Marianna chip in. Speaking of which, it was implicitly stated, but never explicitly stated…did those two crazy kids get married? Now see, I just rambled all over subjects, and I’m not even drunk. Or not so’s the boss would notice.

  2. I thought the bit after the bit about Chris was an honest and interesting glimpse into the history and mind set of l’autur. Be careful for what you apologise. The “truth,” and your personal views on what you consider to be the “truth,” bring the readers further into your stories, and your blog itself.

    Not yet…05-05-05, and the 10′ is the best!

  3. In the case of my last batch of blogs, it wasn’t really the beer — it was the preliminary stages of the flu. We’ve got a really nasty 72-hour bug going around northern NM, and I was slow to recognize the incipient fever. Now, thanks to lots of rest and Pepto Bismol, I’m getting over it.

    Or maybe it was menopause. In that case, of course, you can expect more of the same.

  4. And I quote: “You have to howl at the moon and make a stand. You have to do stupid things.”

    Good show. I rest my case.

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