So the other night my friend convinces me to drive him and his lady friend to a "remote" bar for some going-away shindig for people I don't know. Sweet.
So north we drive, up to and under the Carquinez bridge, along some windy ass road by the water, to the turnoff which we were convinced we passed miles before, to the bar at the END of the road by the train tracks in the lovely town of Port Corta (Porta Corto, Point Corta, Corey Haim??...I don't remember.)
The bar had no name that I could discern and the only other thing out there was an old whorehouse converted into a motel. The rooms had names instead of numbers. Everyone was already drunk by the time we got there so any real conversation was out, but I found salvation in this:
That's right. As my excellent photog skills are showing you, that is a stuffed POLAR BEAR. "Angry-Ass-Polar-Bear-Face"...that's something you don't see too often, unless you are an unlucky seal.
hi.
So north we drive, up to and under the Carquinez bridge, along some windy ass road by the water, to the turnoff which we were convinced we passed miles before, to the bar at the END of the road by the train tracks in the lovely town of Port Corta (Porta Corto, Point Corta, Corey Haim??...I don't remember.)
The bar had no name that I could discern and the only other thing out there was an old whorehouse converted into a motel. The rooms had names instead of numbers. Everyone was already drunk by the time we got there so any real conversation was out, but I found salvation in this:
That's right. As my excellent photog skills are showing you, that is a stuffed POLAR BEAR. "Angry-Ass-Polar-Bear-Face"...that's something you don't see too often, unless you are an unlucky seal.
hi.
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That polar bear looks pissed at being stuffed