Drive By

i drove a scooter through the bar tonight. i don't think that's legal. but i got to honk my horn and it was fun.

seriously, i stole a little honda 80 from the parking-lot with a butter knife, and drove it around the pool tables. the owner of said bike (student ruben) laughed till he wet himself. this is one of the things i will miss about tryon. the silly shit i get away with that makes every night a story at least a little bit. what i will not miss is the fact that the bar is becoming the "cool" place to hang out. that means kids. that means stupid. that means no money and babysitter duty. i am looking forward to re-adjusting my clientele and making a feel that is not dictated by geography. i want people to come to the bar because the bar is the special place, not because you can walk to it from your dorm-room. i want my bar to be filled with bartenders...all the time--no more rookie bullshit. i want my bartenders to feel free to turn the gun (hose) on any fratboywasteofspace that decides he is at burger king and it's his way right away. i want my bar to be a dark, smoky, loud place, that pours a stiff drink and doubles only fit in pint-glasses. i want my bar to be the place where you can sit until your ass falls asleep and still not mind because there is someone to bring you more beer where you are planted!

and i thought i was getting no sleep now! this is going to be a long battle, kids!