Spike's Pub

Open Mic Night

Wednesday

Bring your poetry or guitar. If you got some bleeding stupid notion of givin' a demonstration of your "performance art," I just might have to set you on fire. Consider yourself warned.

MacGyver $2 shots brought to you by myself and manofthemullet.

Entertainment potentially to feature some young lad called bloody_rockgodHave at it, ( Read more... )

Having misplaced his date--and he's already composging the email to Liam in his head about it--Charlie gets his guitar and heads for Spike's Pub.

"Hey, mate. Had a change of plans. Mind if I play?"

Spike's PubMondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays got Open Mic Night, nine 'til midnight or whenever the hell I decide the entertainment's startin' to piss me off ( Read more... )

On the marquee outside ( Read more... )

*Mark unlocks the theater doors and proceeds to rearrange the candies at the refreshment counter, pick invisible dust off the plush theater seats, tie black and silver balloons to anything handy, untie them, tie them again, double-check his ability to run the new projector, answer good luck calls from Roger and Collins, and generally twitch for the ( Read more... )

We cater to a unique clientele. Mostly young men looking for undeleted Smiths singles and original not-underline-rereleased Frank Zappa albums. We're open Su-Th 9A-9P and F-Sat 10A-midnight ( Read more... )

*Mark fiddles a final time with his curtains and the popcorn maker, then adds letters to the marquee of his meticulously-renovated 1930s movie house ( Read more... )