Aug 21, 2006 04:13
Last night I said goodbye to the Bierstube. Four years...four freaking years and millions of memories.
Good times
Playing darts with Sarah and Todd, Sarah getting drunk off of one Sex on the Beach and hitting people with misguided darts, Carrie and I both getting three bulls eyes in a turn on the same night, the scottish red-headed stepchild, dodging my dad after the big divorce, fake car accidents to go to AGE elections, cheese curds, waitress Rita, aka "Debbie Downer," Candace getting drunk on Doc McGilicudy's while working, dirty photo hunt, abandoning a football scholarship to become a cage fighter, poodlehead, REO Speedwagon and Journey, interpretive dances to Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down, bogarting the jukebox, throwing tip money back at bastardly customers, Barbs reaction to the pissterine, Barb and Judy getting wasted and driving them home at midnight, Barb walking into her own mailbox, "Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles guard my knitting," finding Mr. Right in the Wild Side, endlessly getting hit on by fifty year old men with mullets, discovering balls I never knew I had and kicking people out of the bar...
three relationships and a non-relationships worth of surprise visits, hours long conversations, last ditch efforts to pretend a failing relationship was salvagable, grasping at straws, plans for a wedding, a future that was never realized, crying in the bathroom, endless journaling and poetry...
and smoking a small country's worth of cigarettes.