Paint it black

Tonight I was reflecting on how so many places Downtown are turning fully black.

The Royal Key, that I abandoned to White, and ironically was also the last place I saw the White Queen, has become pretty firmly Black Territory again. The faux-Dunkin is now firmly black as well.

Rack'Em Pool Hall is black, but I am attending less often now that the musc venue seems on the decline. There is going to be a great night of metal coming up there that I wil be attending though.

Back Streets is my new Black Square. I was there tonight and had a marvelous time. I meet the strangest (and awesomest) people. One of the people that I see at Back Streets is a taxi driver. She has given me a ride home on a few occasions now.

When I go to Hustler's for the third time tomorrow to see that pretty waitress the taxi driver told me that she will also be there. The taxi driver insists that I will enjoy tomorrow night, just as the waitress did.

Two lovely young women and no rap/hip hop at hustler's tomorrow. The cards seem to be stacked against my not enjoying myself.

The White Queen

I worked for a short time at the airport. One of my favorite people to work with was this cute, short, bubbly little thing. She was always full of energy, lots of fun to work with, kept me laughing most nights.

She was also sneaky and liked to see what she could get away with. Not in a bad way mind you, it was always fun. I played along with mostly everything, there was no reason not to, and it kept things interesting.

She was though, strictly speaking, a competitor.

So I started to refer to her as the White Queen. Again, just fun, but it made the whole Chess is Life thing that much more interesting.

I ran into the White Queen this past Monday at a local bar that I enjoy visitig. The bar is like a high school reunion every week I go and I enjoy the company. The Royal Key Bar is an awesome place.

I was hanging out with the incredible band Day Minus Seven. There were about 8 of us or so ("all things are eight" -Pythagorian Maxim). Which leads me to believe that the White Queen had entered Black territory.

I mean, knowing as many people as I knew at the Royal Key I am cerain it was Black Territory. The White Queen was in a dangerous position. I have to wonder if she was there with anyone other than her hubby. A player on her side may have been transfigured that night. Either way, I had a marvelous time, and I am pretty sure I was changed a bit. I know a couple black pawns cerainly entered the game that night. I can always use the reinforcements, after all, "Pawns are the heart of chess."