What a wonderful unplanned evening I just had. It all started as I was shooshed out of the house for a while, so I decided that I would get a pitcher at D's and stare at muted sports. As fate would have it, D's was closed...
So I park by the levee and decide to walk around town. I approach two guys on those long-haul bikes that you sit in like a la-z-boy with your feet pedaling out in front of you. I stop and ask if they're from around here. One of the two guys, Valentine (no, names have not been changed), was from Cincinnati, and had spent yesterday biking up to Yellow Springs, where he met up with the other dude, Eric. We proceed to have a lovely conversation about the legality of pitching tents on land here in town, and I start telling them all sorts of neat historical facts about Troy. After about a half an hour's conversation, it has gotten dark and they need to find a place to stay. I suggest the flood plane, as it is pitch dark down there, and there aren't any bike cops patrolling any more. We say goodbye and I walk on.
While crossing the Market St. Bridge, there is a sticker on a light pole for (what I later discover to be a porn thumbnail gallery post)
JesusLovesPorn.net, bearing the same graphic as at the head of the page. Greatly amused, I tear the sticker off the pole and pocket it.
I walk over to the Riverview, this little concrete area with a few benches that they put up about 11 years ago, and sit and watch the world go by for a bit. Naturally, just as I get comfy and get a nice daydream going, I have to pee, so I walk over to The B next door. There's only two people inside, the bartender and his friend. I ask to use the bathroom, and as I do, I notice something written on the wall:
"Ask the barkeep for a baldman, it'll fuck you up". So, as I leave I ask the dude what's in a 'baldman'. He says "Dude, think about it. Bald. Man. Men's bathroom..."
Ohhhhhhh, I get it.
So off I go with $6 burning a hole in my pocket. I figure I'll walk around for a while and then go back home if nothing strikes my fancy. As I pass the L&V, I look inside to see two very attractive ladies (one obviously working, as she was in an apron), and decide this is the perfect spot for a beer or two. So in I go, order a Bud Light, and sip my ale while watching footage of hurricane Katrina. As I finish, the bartender asks me if I'd like another. I notice on the board that they have a drink called a Hawaiian-something (I forget) for $3. She says she made it up herself, and that it's kinda girly. I reassure her I'm the least manly man she'll ever meet, and I'd love to try her invention.
It was delicious, but yes, a tad effeminate. Like that's ever bothered me.
Long story short, I spend about three hours in there chitchatting with Bgirl (the bartender), and Lgirl, who I learn also works there, she just wasn't on the clock. They get talking about the piano in the corner, and I talk Lgirl into playing an original tune. It was beautiful, despite her insistance that it wasn't. I spend a good several hours talking with them and C-dude, a regular. As 11:30 approaches, they need to leave, so I scribble down my flickr address in return for her musical handiwork. As I'm walking out, Lgirl gives me a hug. I thank her for the song and the hug, and walk the entire way back to the car with a huge doofy grin.
I am so totally going to rock when I'm single.
