Legends and the Factory
I went to the open mic night at the Sound Factory last night. Had a pretty good time. A buddy of mine was pretty drunk, and he disappeared for a while. So me and Pat thought we should go look for him. We thought we had a Wandering Drunk on our hands. We walked to Legends, the bar two doors down from the Factory,(Pat walking the streets with a beer in his hand), and found our friend in there.
He was the only guy in the bar. The only other people were the three strikingly gorgeous women he was talking to, and the goddess of a bartender! How in the HELL did he manage to stroll, drunk, into a bar that had only four beautiful women in it, and then proceed to capture their attention! I mean, they were all diggin' him!
It baffles me.
So Pat and I sat in Legends for a while, away from the women (because we sought not the sort of relationship we'd find with that group). It was quieter in Legends, and the fans had a nice breeze. Then we left Drunk Boy to his work and walked back over to the Factory.
Then, after giving Drunk Boy a ride home, I called it a night.
I think tonight I may see the CYAC show, American Paradise.
He was the only guy in the bar. The only other people were the three strikingly gorgeous women he was talking to, and the goddess of a bartender! How in the HELL did he manage to stroll, drunk, into a bar that had only four beautiful women in it, and then proceed to capture their attention! I mean, they were all diggin' him!
It baffles me.
So Pat and I sat in Legends for a while, away from the women (because we sought not the sort of relationship we'd find with that group). It was quieter in Legends, and the fans had a nice breeze. Then we left Drunk Boy to his work and walked back over to the Factory.
Then, after giving Drunk Boy a ride home, I called it a night.
I think tonight I may see the CYAC show, American Paradise.