I Love the Bar (Part II)

I love the bar. No, I really, really love the bar. Which is why I have chosen to use this title for the second time. See, whenever you walk into a bar, there is so much opportunity to absorb the world of others. I find that I get a feel for the whole of human nature (at least the humans that go into bars to drink anyway) every time I walk into a bar. Tonight I went in to the local place to get a six-pack. And I can honestly tell you that I had no intention of just walking in and getting some beer to go. Nay, I had made peace with the notion, before I even pulled out of the driveway, that I would also sit at the bar for a Jager and bottle of Miller Lite.

When I pulled in to the parking lot that "loser" feeling started creeping into my head. I wasn't really in the mood to socialize with anyone other than the customary, "This weather sucks it's hot as fucking balls outside" comment one feels obliged to make to the other loser sitting two feet away. So as I walked in, I made the choice to just go to the Mega-Touch for some high-scorin' Tai Play.

The first thing I observed upon my entry was a bartender I had never seen before. Then, despite the fact the bar was totally beat, there was a woman already sitting in front of the Mega-Touch wearing a 20 year old black Harley beater. So there'd be no video games for me. I was in no shape to get my ass beat by someone who's old enough to be my grandmother. Correction: who looks like she's old enough to be my grandmother but in fact was probably a senior when I was a freshman. The only other person sitting at the bar was one of the brother-owners. Then at a cocktail table sat the other brother-owner, one of the other bartenders and some guy I didn't know.

I sat. I ordered. I paid. I began to consume.
"John, how's it going buddy?" to the one brother-owner at the bar.
"Ok. Alright. What's new?" Came the reply.
"My pool" I said, "Thanks goodness too with this fucking heat wave we have going." thinking myself oh so clever to have dispensed with both the general acknowledgement AND the weather comment in one simple sentence. Now. just. leave. me. alone.
"How's that bar venture in Phoenixville you've been working at?" he asked.
"Fantastic." I told him. "We're doing really well." Then bit my tongue because I'm sure he wanted to hear that business was shit, looking around at his own bar with only three, maybe two, paying customers at eleven o'clock on a Sunday night.
I really wasn't in any frame of mind to talk to anyone so I tried hard for the first few minutes to not say anything else to anyone. But, nay, it doesn't work that way. I'm the one who has to perk her ears up and listen and then jump into the conversation. They were talking about the end of the world and the whole Mayan 2012 bullshit.

That crap drives me crazy, folks. Listen to me about the Mayan calendar: there was a guy whose job it was to come up with the whole "recording of days" stuff. What happened was, he never brought on an apprentice to help him with it. So one day this guy up and dies, leaving no one in his wake to pick up where he left off. Thus, the calendar simply ends. (Just my theory by the way, but I think it's a good one). Remember when Nostradamus (and Prince!) predicted the world would end in 1999? Remember how it didn't happen? Remember when some programmers didn't have the foresight to use four digits when coding for years and the entire global infrastructure was going to melt down when all the computers wouldn't recognize the year 2000? Remember how it didn't happen? Yeah, well, 2012 is kinda like that. Don't get me wrong, shit will go down, but not in an armageddon-end-of-the-world-kinda way.

Anyway I'm listening to these people talk about this and it's making me totally crazy. So I get another round. I see a commercial for the new Shyamalan movie "The Happening" and I just have to see it. I thought it was coming out on the 20th, but it's out on the 13th. A Friday. SPOOKY!!! I hate scary movies. I go out of my way to NOT watch them. Scary movies and sad songs: Hate 'em. If I had been a Playmate twenty years ago, I would have listed those as my turn-offs. But this movie I have to see. Apparently I need a date too because I can't go see it alone, I will get too freaked out. I need a shoulder to bury my face in when I don't want to see what's happening on screen. Call me if you want to go. Just remember I said a SHOULDER to bury face in, not a LAP!

I had a blast listening to people talk about their stuff though. I think that was the point of this wayward post. How I like to listen to people talk. I'm not sure really. My motor skills and train of thought have been slowly waning. Remember that six-pack I went to the bar for? Yeah well, it's serving its purpose. This is why I don't write anymore. The only time I feel I have something to say is when I've been drinking and by then it's just too late to write with any sense of cohesion.

TYLER JAMES PUB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 210 Bridge Street, Phoenixville, PA 19460. 610-935-7141.

That's all I have right now. Peace.

-T