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I'm not going to admit how much of this weekend I've spent reading travel blogs and other assorted & sundry travel-related paraphenalia.
I will admit to going to a CD release party for a local singer/songwriter but the line to purchase tickets snaked around the side of the club. Patience not being my strongest trait (if a trait I possess at all), I hopped out of the line & watched the show from a TV in the back bar.
In doing so, I realized something personally very important -- the "back bar" is the best place (for me) to hang out. Forget the main part of a venue where responsible people dutifully purchased tickets & arrived in advance to secure proper seating. I prefer the stragglers, the mishmash of folks who, for one reason or another, wind up in the back. Willingly or not, they're there.
The night turned extra interesting when rain started leaking through the tarp roof covering the bar. I giggled like a schoolkid when this started happening because I knew it spelled adventure of some sort.
Rain drops fell on the lamps on the bar causing a sizzling sound & shoots of steam from the lampshades. I'm sure I'm not the only one who noticed but folks carried on with seemingly no problem. Hazardous electrical conditions could make for some good stories in bars with slick floors and women walking around with highheels. (kidding, of course - but come on, highheels when it's been raining all day?)
I did manage to make a few new friends who graciously shared their umbrella with me. (one of the women asked for my number - will she call? won't she? oh, the possibilities ...) Anyhow, we watched, in utter amusement, at a couple trying to eat a steaming plate of nachos amids the rain drops.
At one point, the entire back of the nacho-eatin' woman's jacket was soaking wet but she wasn't deterred. She did switch seats with her husband (presumably so that the entire back of his jacket could get as wet as hers - ain't love grand) but neither gave up on the nachos. I commented on their nacho-eating prowess. They smiled back in what was either mutual enjoyment or mild annoyance - not really sure. It was great fun nonetheless.
I also met a guy whose name escapes me now (given the amount of raspberry vodka I'd consumed by this point). He talked just like Jim Cramer (from CNBC) which is to say he talked loudly & gestured wildy with his beer placed snugly in the front pocket of his dress shirt. Fantastic trick!
I swung by a pizza joint on my way home & wound up eating a salad and piece of pizza while Fugazi blared through the speakers.
That's all I got. Wild or not, it was fun indeed.