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.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Second chances
So I decided that Hustler's deserved at least a second chance. I mean, it is much more convenient for me and, well, the beer is cheaper. I decided this past Friday to give it a try.
The last time I went was a Saturday, so I was hoping that the music would be more my style on a Friday. Sadly, I was more than a little disappointed.
As I approached the building I could hear the rap/hip hop booming down the street. I groaned, realizing this was a very bad idea. I walked into the pool hall and discovered that it was lingerie night. All the bartenders and waitresses were running around in their underwear.
Woohoo, the night was looking up.
I took a seat on the bar stool in the corner, trying to remain unnoticed. Frankly, I thought the look of apparent disgust and horror on my face at the music would be a turn off to any of the women there.
The unexpected benefit of sitting at the end of the bar there was that all of the waitresses went to that end to pick up drinks all night. So all night I had women in their underwear coming over to me.
One of them was this very beautiful blonde. I won't offer any more description because she was very distinctive and I would rather protect the innocent =)
She had her hair pulled back and seemed to be-- at times-- enjoying her night. I find it really attractive when people are just having a good time and enjoying themselves. But there were times during the night that she also walked up with a frown on her face.
Finally, I had the opportunity to say something to her and, well, I am not exactly the type to turn away a chance to talk to a pretty woman. "You have such a pretty smile," I said, and she did have an amazingly gorgeous smile. "but it's not on your face nearly enough tonight."
"aaawwww! Thank you!" was her only reply.
A little while later she passed behind me and rubbed my back.
When I couldn't put up with the rap any longer I finally decided to leave. Yes, I dislike rap and hip hop so much that I will skip out on half naked women to avoid it.
So I tell her that I am leaving. She gave me a hug and I asked if the music was always like this, "'cause it's kinda killing me." She let out an exasperated sigh and said that she knew. She listens to everything, but that she gets fed up with the rap too. She invited me back on Tuesday for karaoke saying that there is a better mix of everything then.
"Will you be here?" I asked.
"Yes" with that beautiful smile.
Guess I am going back to give Hustler's a third chance on Tuesday. The things that I will do for a pretty blonde in her underwear.
The last time I went was a Saturday, so I was hoping that the music would be more my style on a Friday. Sadly, I was more than a little disappointed.
As I approached the building I could hear the rap/hip hop booming down the street. I groaned, realizing this was a very bad idea. I walked into the pool hall and discovered that it was lingerie night. All the bartenders and waitresses were running around in their underwear.
Woohoo, the night was looking up.
I took a seat on the bar stool in the corner, trying to remain unnoticed. Frankly, I thought the look of apparent disgust and horror on my face at the music would be a turn off to any of the women there.
The unexpected benefit of sitting at the end of the bar there was that all of the waitresses went to that end to pick up drinks all night. So all night I had women in their underwear coming over to me.
One of them was this very beautiful blonde. I won't offer any more description because she was very distinctive and I would rather protect the innocent =)
She had her hair pulled back and seemed to be-- at times-- enjoying her night. I find it really attractive when people are just having a good time and enjoying themselves. But there were times during the night that she also walked up with a frown on her face.
Finally, I had the opportunity to say something to her and, well, I am not exactly the type to turn away a chance to talk to a pretty woman. "You have such a pretty smile," I said, and she did have an amazingly gorgeous smile. "but it's not on your face nearly enough tonight."
"aaawwww! Thank you!" was her only reply.
A little while later she passed behind me and rubbed my back.
When I couldn't put up with the rap any longer I finally decided to leave. Yes, I dislike rap and hip hop so much that I will skip out on half naked women to avoid it.
So I tell her that I am leaving. She gave me a hug and I asked if the music was always like this, "'cause it's kinda killing me." She let out an exasperated sigh and said that she knew. She listens to everything, but that she gets fed up with the rap too. She invited me back on Tuesday for karaoke saying that there is a better mix of everything then.
"Will you be here?" I asked.
"Yes" with that beautiful smile.
Guess I am going back to give Hustler's a third chance on Tuesday. The things that I will do for a pretty blonde in her underwear.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Conversations with a Rook
So tonight I had an interesting conversation with Katie, my queenside rook, while I was at the Royal Key. She is about 2 and a half hours north of me, so it was via text.
Me: Ironically last night after you told me not to hit on 18 year olds, the band started playing "Your Love" then when I hit the bar I walked in on that same song. As in "you know I like my girls a little bit older, I don't want to lose yout love tnight" a song about spending the night with a girl who is too young ;)
Katie: lol, that's funny
Me: My life is blessed with such ironies.
They just played that bloody song again!
Katie: It's your theme song I suppose
Me: Sure. Could be. but me and a younger woman? Never
Katie: Your sense of humor always makes me giggle
Me: Lol, oh come now! The last gir I was hitting on was 18!
Oh wait, how old am I again?
Katie: Not 18.
My life is just hillarious. These ironies do tend to follow me around and I swear that my life reads like a novel. This was comical because I do tend to date younger women, in fact the only woman I had ever dated, before I was married, that was older than me became my wife. And that worked out so well that I tend to avoid older women. although in the past couple years I have gone out with women much older than myself.
And while I was hitting on a woman that was 18 recently (the photographer) the last woman that I was deeply interested in was the youngest I have ever dated, twenty-one. Still plenty young for me, at thirty.
And the song is about him cheating on "Josie" with a young woman. It may very well be my theme song.
Me: Ironically last night after you told me not to hit on 18 year olds, the band started playing "Your Love" then when I hit the bar I walked in on that same song. As in "you know I like my girls a little bit older, I don't want to lose yout love tnight" a song about spending the night with a girl who is too young ;)
Katie: lol, that's funny
Me: My life is blessed with such ironies.
They just played that bloody song again!
Katie: It's your theme song I suppose
Me: Sure. Could be. but me and a younger woman? Never
Katie: Your sense of humor always makes me giggle
Me: Lol, oh come now! The last gir I was hitting on was 18!
Oh wait, how old am I again?
Katie: Not 18.
My life is just hillarious. These ironies do tend to follow me around and I swear that my life reads like a novel. This was comical because I do tend to date younger women, in fact the only woman I had ever dated, before I was married, that was older than me became my wife. And that worked out so well that I tend to avoid older women. although in the past couple years I have gone out with women much older than myself.
And while I was hitting on a woman that was 18 recently (the photographer) the last woman that I was deeply interested in was the youngest I have ever dated, twenty-one. Still plenty young for me, at thirty.
And the song is about him cheating on "Josie" with a young woman. It may very well be my theme song.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Back again, black again
Over the past couple of days I have been finding myself wandering back to the Royal Key Bar. I guess I just wasn't ready to give it up as Black Territory.
Two days ago I set out for Rack'Em for the Friday Night Rocks show and never made it. I went to the Key with the intent of heading over to Rack'Em "in a little bit" and ended up staying the entire night.
Let's face it, I know myself well enough to know that I have a weakness for a beautiful woman, and the bartender was captivating as always. But it wasn't just that, I just like the place.
So the next day, yesterday, I set out for Rack'Em again, for their "Craqzy Night of Punk." I arrived early, so I headed to the Key again. Had a drink, chatted for a bit, then headed over to Rack'Em. What I caught of the show was great, the band Ghost Dog Ela was excellent. After two of the three scheduled bands I went back to the Key though.
Saw people I knew, chatted with the bartenders, and enjoyed the band playing there, Uncle Fester.
It seems that the Key is back to black. Nice to regain my territory. I am planning on hitting a new bar tomorrow, maybe this will be better than when I tried to hit Hustler's. I am always up for gaining ground.
Two days ago I set out for Rack'Em for the Friday Night Rocks show and never made it. I went to the Key with the intent of heading over to Rack'Em "in a little bit" and ended up staying the entire night.
Let's face it, I know myself well enough to know that I have a weakness for a beautiful woman, and the bartender was captivating as always. But it wasn't just that, I just like the place.
So the next day, yesterday, I set out for Rack'Em again, for their "Craqzy Night of Punk." I arrived early, so I headed to the Key again. Had a drink, chatted for a bit, then headed over to Rack'Em. What I caught of the show was great, the band Ghost Dog Ela was excellent. After two of the three scheduled bands I went back to the Key though.
Saw people I knew, chatted with the bartenders, and enjoyed the band playing there, Uncle Fester.
It seems that the Key is back to black. Nice to regain my territory. I am planning on hitting a new bar tomorrow, maybe this will be better than when I tried to hit Hustler's. I am always up for gaining ground.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Pawn saves the King
About a week ago something wild happened.
There was a stabbing in Black Territory. Some guy was talking to the wrong girl and an ex boyfriend of hers decided to take his jealousy out on him with a knife.
I was present at the time. And I am totally the type that would have been talking to a random woman. The only reason I wasn't right there where I would have potentially been the one talking to this woman is that there was someone else present within Black Territory that I was more interested in talking to.
She is a pawn that I placed a few weeks ago when I ran into the White Queen. I knew she was going to be present that night so I intentionally went to be able to hang out with her. Developing this friendship seemed like a good idea, especially if I was placing her on my board.
Because I spent the night hanging out with her I did not spend the night talking to random people. I did not talk to THAT random woman. I therefore was not even in the room when the act of violence occured.
While it is presumptious to say that I avoided injury only because I was spending time with a pawn, when I look at the realm of other possibilities that night I can clearly see the night having gone much worse for me.
So, correctly or not, I do thank this pawn for keeping me out of trouble. Among the many things I thank this pawn for, she's a sweet and wonderful woman.
There was a stabbing in Black Territory. Some guy was talking to the wrong girl and an ex boyfriend of hers decided to take his jealousy out on him with a knife.
I was present at the time. And I am totally the type that would have been talking to a random woman. The only reason I wasn't right there where I would have potentially been the one talking to this woman is that there was someone else present within Black Territory that I was more interested in talking to.
She is a pawn that I placed a few weeks ago when I ran into the White Queen. I knew she was going to be present that night so I intentionally went to be able to hang out with her. Developing this friendship seemed like a good idea, especially if I was placing her on my board.
Because I spent the night hanging out with her I did not spend the night talking to random people. I did not talk to THAT random woman. I therefore was not even in the room when the act of violence occured.
While it is presumptious to say that I avoided injury only because I was spending time with a pawn, when I look at the realm of other possibilities that night I can clearly see the night having gone much worse for me.
So, correctly or not, I do thank this pawn for keeping me out of trouble. Among the many things I thank this pawn for, she's a sweet and wonderful woman.
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