going to a bar isn't fun when you don't drink, don't smoke, don't want casual sex, don't know anyone, don't like superloud music no matter how good it is, don't yearn to spy peepees in the terlet, don't seek male prost companionship, don't play pool and most of all are not into a constantly on the move and therefore unavoidable objectively ugly man in a yellow and blue wrestling singlet, hiking sneakershoes, black socks and a fannypack slung across his shoulder as if a purse, drinking a bottomless margarita while manually self-fluffing. i said one word tonight at that pit, or rather mouthed it to the bartender: water. if only i'd said it wa-wa-water, then i'd have bonded with someone (i.e. dead annie sullivan - helen keller's teacher of wa-wa-water fame).
a yoga class is looking pretty good about now. i am officially not a barfella, though i never was but could still manage a decent enough time to justify it. i'm actually just seeking conversation and potential new friendships. admittedly, a bar may not be the best tack. but then again, maybe a yoga class wouldn't either. i genuinely don't know what to do. yes i do. time for sprouted grain bread and cultured butter and carob soy milk.
I hear you... spying peepees in the terlet is so passé.
Posted by: purpletwinkie | April 30, 2007 at 07:23 AM
wow, that sounds like a terrible experience - you're clearly in the wrong bar. let's open a no-smoking water bar with a strict dress code. i don't know about seattle, it'd probably be a hit here in nyc.
Posted by: cooper | May 01, 2007 at 12:02 PM