I was finishing a damned double-shift on Monday. I had drank somewhere around 32 ounces of coffee but all of that caffeine didnt put a dip in my hip or a glide in my stride I was tired. Tired, but extremely jittery. I felt like I would fall asleep in a corner, quietly vibrating the night away.
But thats the thing with my body chemistry. Sometimes caffeine doesnt work. I stay tired. But when caffeine doesnt work, rest assured Evan Williams Green-Label whiskey will.
Evan Williams can always rouse me out of my waking slumber. A few shots of Evan and Im locked-on bright awake and ready to destroy.
So I headed on down to the Hi-Ho Lounge, a little dive just off of Elysian Fields. Why the Hi-Ho? My agenda was alcohol. But you can get alcohol anywhere in the city. Hell, drinking can be best out in the burbs, where you have drive-thru daquiri stands. Again, why the Hi-Ho? Well, Sin said shed be cage-dancing there.
So, say hi to Sin, catch an eyeful of dreadlocks and a bellyful of whiskey. Sounds like a good night.
The bartender at the Hi-Ho earned his tip almost immediately. I came in with my work clothes on and asked to change. He directed me into the ladies restroom due to reasons of cleanliness. I changed my clothes sitting on the toilet there, unperturbed by the thought that my naked ass was touching porcelain previously reserved for females only.
I changed and drank the first of the nights whiskey-onna-rocks.
Sin sat in the middle of the room, looking bored. Her boyfriend was up front, lit blue from an iBooks glow. He was mixing IDM jitterbug drumbeats into some movie dialog. Well, he was mixing IDM jitterbug drumbeats into every piece of music he could find. Occasionally a danceable beat would come to the fore and Sin would clamber into the cage in the center of the bar, where she would try to Get Her Groove On. Shes a hard worker and she kept dancing but there was no energy. This lack of energy was not her fault.
The room was populated entirely by people waiting to play their music. They focused entirely on the beats and ignored Sin. They were musicians and they were there to drop beats and not much else existed for them. There was no energy in the room.
Near the end of the show Halley (Sins boyfriend) suddenly stood and ran out of the club. Sin shrugged, unable to guess at what he has in store. He returned bearing some sort of obsolete electronics, which he attempted to smash without success. Sin joined in but was unable to damage the board.
The electronics board was set on the table in the middle of the bar. I immediately studied it, trying to ascertain its age, its vintage, any fine history that I might be able to prescribe to it. I noticed everyone else doing the same every junglist in the bar was staring at the motherboard with hunger. I picked it up.
A conversation with the bartender followed, as we noticed the peripheral busses it had on it (ISA and EISA only, no AGP, nothing) and the old SIMM memory slots it had on it. We studied the bridge chips and the BIOS version but was unable to come up with any hard information.
We stared at this hard, inert piece of electronics while Sin sat unattended in the middle of the bar.
Have you ever seen a girl all alone in a bar? I havent. Have you ever seen a girl ignored for the sheer historical interest of archaic electronics? I havent. Until that night.
Sin and boyfriend retired to a couch to cuddle. A (frankly better) beatmatcher took the reins and kept the music rolling. I and a few others busied ourselves with the Nintendo machine in the corner.
But thats the thing with my body chemistry. Sometimes caffeine doesnt work. I stay tired. But when caffeine doesnt work, rest assured Evan Williams Green-Label whiskey will.
Evan Williams can always rouse me out of my waking slumber. A few shots of Evan and Im locked-on bright awake and ready to destroy.
So I headed on down to the Hi-Ho Lounge, a little dive just off of Elysian Fields. Why the Hi-Ho? My agenda was alcohol. But you can get alcohol anywhere in the city. Hell, drinking can be best out in the burbs, where you have drive-thru daquiri stands. Again, why the Hi-Ho? Well, Sin said shed be cage-dancing there.
So, say hi to Sin, catch an eyeful of dreadlocks and a bellyful of whiskey. Sounds like a good night.
The bartender at the Hi-Ho earned his tip almost immediately. I came in with my work clothes on and asked to change. He directed me into the ladies restroom due to reasons of cleanliness. I changed my clothes sitting on the toilet there, unperturbed by the thought that my naked ass was touching porcelain previously reserved for females only.
I changed and drank the first of the nights whiskey-onna-rocks.
Sin sat in the middle of the room, looking bored. Her boyfriend was up front, lit blue from an iBooks glow. He was mixing IDM jitterbug drumbeats into some movie dialog. Well, he was mixing IDM jitterbug drumbeats into every piece of music he could find. Occasionally a danceable beat would come to the fore and Sin would clamber into the cage in the center of the bar, where she would try to Get Her Groove On. Shes a hard worker and she kept dancing but there was no energy. This lack of energy was not her fault.
The room was populated entirely by people waiting to play their music. They focused entirely on the beats and ignored Sin. They were musicians and they were there to drop beats and not much else existed for them. There was no energy in the room.
Near the end of the show Halley (Sins boyfriend) suddenly stood and ran out of the club. Sin shrugged, unable to guess at what he has in store. He returned bearing some sort of obsolete electronics, which he attempted to smash without success. Sin joined in but was unable to damage the board.
The electronics board was set on the table in the middle of the bar. I immediately studied it, trying to ascertain its age, its vintage, any fine history that I might be able to prescribe to it. I noticed everyone else doing the same every junglist in the bar was staring at the motherboard with hunger. I picked it up.
A conversation with the bartender followed, as we noticed the peripheral busses it had on it (ISA and EISA only, no AGP, nothing) and the old SIMM memory slots it had on it. We studied the bridge chips and the BIOS version but was unable to come up with any hard information.
We stared at this hard, inert piece of electronics while Sin sat unattended in the middle of the bar.
Have you ever seen a girl all alone in a bar? I havent. Have you ever seen a girl ignored for the sheer historical interest of archaic electronics? I havent. Until that night.
Sin and boyfriend retired to a couch to cuddle. A (frankly better) beatmatcher took the reins and kept the music rolling. I and a few others busied ourselves with the Nintendo machine in the corner.
piracy:
yeah.
piracy:
yeah.