101degrees today... That's about 38 for you you metric folk. So, basically it's fuckin hot outside. I've blown off work today to try and sleep off a hangover under the covers with the AC blasting - feels nice to be self-indulgent and wasteful.
I used to spend quite a bit of time in a little bar outside of town called Poodie's. The owner, Poodie is Willie Nelson's tour manager, so this is a genuine honky-tonk dive bar. A good friend of mine lives a couple miles down the road, so he and I were up there consistently for about two years. We don't really hang out that much these days, so I've only been out to the bar three or four times in the last eighteen months. I had also been involved, briefly, with a young lady bartender, and that did not end very well, so, while she was still there, I thought it best to keep my distance.
A hometown friend, who had only been out there with me on a handful of occasions agreed that we were well overdue for a Poodie burger, winner of "Best Dressed Burger In A Cosmic Cowboy Honky Tonk", so we, along with a compadre who is not of a west Texas cotton field upbringing, piled in my truck and drove out there yesterday around 7:00. Short-story-long, we left around 1:00. I feel like twice run over dog shit. I've decided that that's the last time I accept beers from five different people steadily over the course of an evening, all the while running up my own 95 dollar tab. The cook, who is a sweet, kind-hearted lady well into her fifties, got drunk and asked me out, which made for an incredibly awkward moment. And, as I put it to my friend, in regard to last night's bartender, "Me likey Liz." ...and those ridiculously thick gorgeous legs.
I used to spend quite a bit of time in a little bar outside of town called Poodie's. The owner, Poodie is Willie Nelson's tour manager, so this is a genuine honky-tonk dive bar. A good friend of mine lives a couple miles down the road, so he and I were up there consistently for about two years. We don't really hang out that much these days, so I've only been out to the bar three or four times in the last eighteen months. I had also been involved, briefly, with a young lady bartender, and that did not end very well, so, while she was still there, I thought it best to keep my distance.
A hometown friend, who had only been out there with me on a handful of occasions agreed that we were well overdue for a Poodie burger, winner of "Best Dressed Burger In A Cosmic Cowboy Honky Tonk", so we, along with a compadre who is not of a west Texas cotton field upbringing, piled in my truck and drove out there yesterday around 7:00. Short-story-long, we left around 1:00. I feel like twice run over dog shit. I've decided that that's the last time I accept beers from five different people steadily over the course of an evening, all the while running up my own 95 dollar tab. The cook, who is a sweet, kind-hearted lady well into her fifties, got drunk and asked me out, which made for an incredibly awkward moment. And, as I put it to my friend, in regard to last night's bartender, "Me likey Liz." ...and those ridiculously thick gorgeous legs.
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Yeah that Eponine scene gets me to.