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last night mark and i ventured out for a beer. we headed to a bar in providence, the red fez. sign on the door reads "closed july 3 - july 17 for vacation. okay. we go to mcfaddens, the local irish themed-really-has-nothing-to-do-with-ireland-other-than-the-fact-they-serve-guinness-meat-market-bar. hey, pints were $2 during the sox game, i can dig it. something bothered me though and i wasnt sure what. fast forward to tonight.
i had to figure out what was bugging me about the place. so we head back there. again, $2 pints during the sox game, groovy. then it hit me like a steam train conducted by doc and marty. pretense. this bar is based on pretense! admit it, whenever you go out to bar you wear your bar going clothes, and you walk in with your bar going walk. you can sit there and say no no, i dont, but you do and you just dont know it.
with this in mind, ive decided that im really not a bar going person. am i a sit-outside-and-share-a beer-with-some-friends type o' fella? sure as hell am. but the new poot has gotten rid of pretense and expectation and whatever else goes along with the scene. im just not into it anymore. furthermore, i dont want to meet someone in a bar. again, its all based on pretense. were there some good looking gals there? oh bob yes, but ya know what, its an empty image. as ive said, ive only been absolutely resolved to approach someone 4 times in my entire life, and somehow, being in the bar setting just voids any possibility of that happening, probably because its expected. if going to the bar is your thing, great for you. i just dont think i can swing it anymore.
oh, and about five minutes into the night, before a single beer was even had, i was called an asshole by a crazy guy on a bike. rock. and roll.
i worked 13 hours today. im tired. listening to buckley, and eying my bed with eyes gleaming with want. am i working again tomorrow? yes i am. but i might fly somewhere afterwards....somewhere far. really goddamn far. i havent seen canada yet.....
oh and if you dont know what the title to this entry refers to, im sorry.
i had to figure out what was bugging me about the place. so we head back there. again, $2 pints during the sox game, groovy. then it hit me like a steam train conducted by doc and marty. pretense. this bar is based on pretense! admit it, whenever you go out to bar you wear your bar going clothes, and you walk in with your bar going walk. you can sit there and say no no, i dont, but you do and you just dont know it.
with this in mind, ive decided that im really not a bar going person. am i a sit-outside-and-share-a beer-with-some-friends type o' fella? sure as hell am. but the new poot has gotten rid of pretense and expectation and whatever else goes along with the scene. im just not into it anymore. furthermore, i dont want to meet someone in a bar. again, its all based on pretense. were there some good looking gals there? oh bob yes, but ya know what, its an empty image. as ive said, ive only been absolutely resolved to approach someone 4 times in my entire life, and somehow, being in the bar setting just voids any possibility of that happening, probably because its expected. if going to the bar is your thing, great for you. i just dont think i can swing it anymore.
oh, and about five minutes into the night, before a single beer was even had, i was called an asshole by a crazy guy on a bike. rock. and roll.
i worked 13 hours today. im tired. listening to buckley, and eying my bed with eyes gleaming with want. am i working again tomorrow? yes i am. but i might fly somewhere afterwards....somewhere far. really goddamn far. i havent seen canada yet.....
oh and if you dont know what the title to this entry refers to, im sorry.
posted by Chris Porter at 11:52 PM
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