Oh crap! Where am I going to order an $ 1850.00 bottle of Champagne now? Marty Wombacher promised to take me there for my birthday. I always wanted to hang out at an ultra-hip lounge in the EV.
I tried to meet someone for a quick drink here once and when I walked in, the place was empty, except for a woman sitting at the bar, scowling at the bartender. I asked if I could just sit anywhere and the woman growled that'd be fine as long as I knew I was going to have the worst night of my life. I thought she was kidding.
He asked me to ignore her and she crawled up on the bar, screaming, "you cheating sonofabitch! motherfuuuuuucker!" Then I noticed the place wasn't completely empty, the horrified/amused busboys were lurking in corners, looking on.
They kept yelling at each other so I went outside to wait for my friend. A few seconds later the bartender stormed out and I have no idea what happened next because I left.
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Oh crap! Where am I going to order an $ 1850.00 bottle of Champagne now? Marty Wombacher promised to take me there for my birthday. I always wanted to hang out at an ultra-hip lounge in the EV.
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@Uncle Waltie: We'll always have the International! And the Coal Yard!
ReplyDeleteI tried to meet someone for a quick drink here once and when I walked in, the place was empty, except for a woman sitting at the bar, scowling at the bartender. I asked if I could just sit anywhere and the woman growled that'd be fine as long as I knew I was going to have the worst night of my life. I thought she was kidding.
ReplyDeleteHe asked me to ignore her and she crawled up on the bar, screaming, "you cheating sonofabitch! motherfuuuuuucker!" Then I noticed the place wasn't completely empty, the horrified/amused busboys were lurking in corners, looking on.
They kept yelling at each other so I went outside to wait for my friend. A few seconds later the bartender stormed out and I have no idea what happened next because I left.
Heh. Thanks for sharing that, Judy.
ReplyDeleteJudy sounds like she might perfectly fit in with Marty and me. We could have more than 300 Miller High Lifes----- each.
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