Last night I got all dressed up and went out to one of my favorite bars here in town to have some Champaign, listen to some live music and see who was there. I was also planning on meeting up with one of the other girls here on SG.
I walked in the door and there was one of my dear friends working behind the bar. I hadnt seen him in well over six months but he greeted me with a great large class of Champaign. Were not talking about a Champaign glass or a flute, were talking about a nice 12 ounce tumbler! Ah yes, a bartender that knows how to serve me drinks! I sat at a table close to the bar so that my friend behind the bar wouldnt have too far to bring my drinks. Theres noting worse that a tired out bartender!
I looked around the bar and noticed that there wasnt a soul that I knew rather depressing. Time for another glass of Champaign, scope the place a bit more and guess what, time for another glass of Champaign!
By now I had come to the conclusion that this bar was not doing it for me tonight so I wandered off down the street to (you guessed it) another one of my favorite bars. Now this place was ahoppin! There were a bunch of my friends there and we partied on.
There was this one rather weird guy that sat down next to me. Now I like small talk as much as the next girl but this guys idea of conversation was making train whistle sounds (and he was actually pretty good). I sat there and talked and every once in a while good ol Number 79 would light up and do another series of whistles. This got a wee bit monotonous until he decided the bartender was a station and whistled away at her. This was his big mistake! The bartender went into her alter-ego of Thunder Goddess, jammed a lightning bolt up his posterior and neatly bopped his butt right out the door.
Now my evening was getting exciting (hey, were talking Roanoke Virginia here) so I paid my bill and wandered off to the local pizza place, grabbed a couple of pizzas and went home to watch a nice chic flick.
Dont you wish you lived life in the fast lane too? Heeheehee!
I walked in the door and there was one of my dear friends working behind the bar. I hadnt seen him in well over six months but he greeted me with a great large class of Champaign. Were not talking about a Champaign glass or a flute, were talking about a nice 12 ounce tumbler! Ah yes, a bartender that knows how to serve me drinks! I sat at a table close to the bar so that my friend behind the bar wouldnt have too far to bring my drinks. Theres noting worse that a tired out bartender!
I looked around the bar and noticed that there wasnt a soul that I knew rather depressing. Time for another glass of Champaign, scope the place a bit more and guess what, time for another glass of Champaign!
By now I had come to the conclusion that this bar was not doing it for me tonight so I wandered off down the street to (you guessed it) another one of my favorite bars. Now this place was ahoppin! There were a bunch of my friends there and we partied on.
There was this one rather weird guy that sat down next to me. Now I like small talk as much as the next girl but this guys idea of conversation was making train whistle sounds (and he was actually pretty good). I sat there and talked and every once in a while good ol Number 79 would light up and do another series of whistles. This got a wee bit monotonous until he decided the bartender was a station and whistled away at her. This was his big mistake! The bartender went into her alter-ego of Thunder Goddess, jammed a lightning bolt up his posterior and neatly bopped his butt right out the door.
Now my evening was getting exciting (hey, were talking Roanoke Virginia here) so I paid my bill and wandered off to the local pizza place, grabbed a couple of pizzas and went home to watch a nice chic flick.
Dont you wish you lived life in the fast lane too? Heeheehee!
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