For the first time ever I actually enjoyed a bar last night. The first dude I started talking to was a guitar player, had his own band, an old ex-80s-metal guy who told me a hilarious story about getting his golf clubs stuck up in a tree. Then met a girl from a small Missouri town that even I had never heard of. She turned out to be a defense lawyer for people on death row but she was really nice all the same, you'd never have guessed. Then I met a hebrew hippie girl from Pennsylvania, just coming through on a road trip of the U.S. with some of her buddies, and we got to talking about all kinds of crazy subculture topics. At 21 she was already a career bartender--didn't plan on going to college and was totally cool with that. She kept asking around for KB esp. of guys so I decided she was a weeddigger, a chick who goes after guys for their weed. Finally ended up having one of those drawn-out tongue-in-check discussions with a funny girl who told me her name was Bertha and that she had super powers.
But wow, what a cool place this Casey Moore's is! There wasn't a trace of fratmosphere--I with my new frat-looking hair probably had the most frat appeal--and I actually had a good time there, which I never thought I'd say of a bar.
Posted by Alan at July 4, 2003 06:11 PM