well, sissie's bar was jam packed and we decided we needed a more divey vibe, so we head off to my dad's old bar for what i assume would be bad country music and old men.
to my surprise, the bar has become suddenly well-lit since the last time i went in, and the average age must be around 33. there is a dj, playing hits from the aforementioned era, and to my surprise, people are smoking. everywhere. into little sucrets/altoids tins.** the younger than average bar patron next to D lights up, and the miniscule bartender tells him "Don't Be Stupid." as he is severely drunk, a what-repeat conversation goes on for a few rounds, until D steps in and tells him what the bartender said.
back to the music. after a poison song, the dj calls out a request from someone for a prince song. i am jamming along to kiss, until we realize that this is not in fact a prince song, but someone doing prince karaoke-style. unbelievable. he had the perfect falsetto and hit everything. the guy with the bloodied, broken up face even enjoyed it.
**side note, i talked to sissie about this very experience, and she informed me that bars are fined for smoking based on the number of ashtrays are in the bar. altoids container ^= ashtray. ta-da!
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