Fear and Loathing in Canton on a Thursday Night
Yesterday, I thought about all my problems and realized that most of them could be overcome by hard work, perseverance, and a rededication to the effort... or I could just go out drinking. With that in mind I went down to Nacho Mamas and took my usual place at the corner of worthless information and useless opinions. Mr. Jim was just leaving as I showed up, so I grabbed his stool at the end of the bar and made myself at home.
I was somewhere towards the bottom of my first beer when Mark and Janet acquired a hubcap margarita. "Come on, let's drink it real fast!" they say as they hand me two straws. Oh, the peer pressure! The high pressure sales tactics! I swear, Janet twisted my arm behind my back while Mark forced the straws into my mouth! I simply had no choice but to drink until my brain froze. between the three of us, that margarita was history in three minutes. Ten minutes later, as our brains began to slosh around in a vat of tequila, Janet and I both agreed that perhaps that wasn't the best of ideas. We enjoyed our new found warm sense of well being anyway.
And so the night went. I ended up hanging out there with a rotating cast of usual suspects until closing time. Janet and her friend went off in quest of an espresso martini or something like that, Sarah hung out for a while after her shift and had a couple of coronas with me at the end of the bar, and Pat Ruth (the great nephew of the babe himself) came in all liquored up and hung out for a while too. Jen the bartender was feeling like shit, so I hung out and provided moral support as much as I could. I dont like it when my bartenders are feeling right poorly, so I did what I could for her, which wasn't much. She made it through to the end of the shift though, and only went outside to toss her cookies three times. Her dedication to the cause of alcohol abuse is admirable.
I decided to walk home and leave the car in Canton after closing Mamas down. Canton was swarming with cops, and in spite of all the water I'd drank over the last hour and a half, I was still all sorts of liquored up. I got home, took a handful of aspirin and multi-vitamins, and crashed out on the futon.
All in all, I had a mighty fun time! As a plus, I have one of those hangovers that leaves you kind of tranquil, and serene. Sort of like the calm after the storm. Problems? What problems? Its all good! But should any arise today, not to worry. Mamas opens for business at 11 AM daily.
I was somewhere towards the bottom of my first beer when Mark and Janet acquired a hubcap margarita. "Come on, let's drink it real fast!" they say as they hand me two straws. Oh, the peer pressure! The high pressure sales tactics! I swear, Janet twisted my arm behind my back while Mark forced the straws into my mouth! I simply had no choice but to drink until my brain froze. between the three of us, that margarita was history in three minutes. Ten minutes later, as our brains began to slosh around in a vat of tequila, Janet and I both agreed that perhaps that wasn't the best of ideas. We enjoyed our new found warm sense of well being anyway.
And so the night went. I ended up hanging out there with a rotating cast of usual suspects until closing time. Janet and her friend went off in quest of an espresso martini or something like that, Sarah hung out for a while after her shift and had a couple of coronas with me at the end of the bar, and Pat Ruth (the great nephew of the babe himself) came in all liquored up and hung out for a while too. Jen the bartender was feeling like shit, so I hung out and provided moral support as much as I could. I dont like it when my bartenders are feeling right poorly, so I did what I could for her, which wasn't much. She made it through to the end of the shift though, and only went outside to toss her cookies three times. Her dedication to the cause of alcohol abuse is admirable.
I decided to walk home and leave the car in Canton after closing Mamas down. Canton was swarming with cops, and in spite of all the water I'd drank over the last hour and a half, I was still all sorts of liquored up. I got home, took a handful of aspirin and multi-vitamins, and crashed out on the futon.
All in all, I had a mighty fun time! As a plus, I have one of those hangovers that leaves you kind of tranquil, and serene. Sort of like the calm after the storm. Problems? What problems? Its all good! But should any arise today, not to worry. Mamas opens for business at 11 AM daily.
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