ah, yes.
so monday’s are a magical day where we all carry ourselves out to the local dive bar, ugly’s, for the $1 pbr special. none of us (except for kurt) drink the pbr, but it has been a good tradition and it somehow makes the week a little easier to slip into.
sadly, most everyone who began coming week after week has slowly found other things to do on monday nights. usually now, its just r & i plus mike and kurt. john makes it sometimes too. beyond that, not so much.
monday night it didn’t matter though. i realized it was almost certainly the anniversary of the routine, meaning we have been drinking there on monday nights for a solid year now. it also turns out that the bar has been sold and will be redecorated in the next week or so.
this redecoration involves: taking all the crap off the walls, painting said walls, cutting the bar off (wonderfully, in the same place we sit) and adding dart boards there. it was a huge bummer to hear all of this — this is the closest bar to us and the threat of it turning into something horrible and lame is terrifying.
so i drank away my woes. the bartender, rachel, played a ton of metal. mike played a few songs. kurt debated whether he could tell bartender rachel that her nickname needed to be ‘ugly rachel’ so that we could tell rachel and rachael apart. i told him he might as well ask if her nickname could be something like ‘fat ass rachel.’ (bartender rachel is neither fat nor ugly, for the record. kurt tried to explain how it was ok since it would be ironic. or sarcastic. or something.)
there were 2 older women there who were batshit insane. one went into a tirade about the lack of people in the bar. kurt, from across the room, raised his hand and said ‘im a person’. then she started talking about men. and asked him to come sit by her. he got frightened. of course, then he had to play pool with her a bit later. and kept running back to us, shivering because she had touched him.
during bartender rachel’s songs, she played ozzy — ‘no more tears’. as the song began, my rachael says ‘who is this? is this the pet shop boys?’
if i hadn’t been drunk, i might have been less upset. or more. i don’t know. it hurt me on the inside though, badly. so much so that once we got home, i drunkenly exclaimed ‘if you had asked me hours ago if i would marry a girl who didn’t know the difference between ozzy osborne and pet shop boys, i would have said no!’ and i meant it.
yeah, that went over well.
at least, i think it did(n’t). because i don’t remember a ton after leaving the bar. i know we sat on the curb near our apartment and talked for a while. and i said a lot of things i think i meant in theory but lacked the tact or intelligence to temper at the time. and then said that before sleeping.
of course, when i was reminded of this statement in the morning, i stood by it. i think i do now even.
all in all, a really fun evening and it def got me out of the tfb mood i was in prior in the day. did i miss anything guys?
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