Thursday, April 12, 2007
Quiet For Fuck's Sake
I'm officially jealous of the bars I see on tv. At the Lobo Lounge (Rosanne) and of course Cheers, people can sit and have a beer in a QUIET bar and chat with their friends. Me? Every fucking bar I go to, I have to scream in my companion's ear and then strain to hear their response. Every fucking bar, no matter what night or time or even IF THERE'S ANYONE ELSE IN THERE!!!!! I may be getting old and cranky, has it always been this bad? Seems to be getting worse. Fucking hell. Is this a NYC thing? Then again, you can't even goto the fucking ballpark anymore and relax and talk without having to scream. And at worst I guess I have to live with cuts coming from the jukebox via paying customers, but these fucking bartenders that CRANK their iPOds to fucking 10 on me?? I know I'm old. I just want a nice, quiet bar I can sit and have a fucking conversation in. Two rules I'm adopting from now on: if I have to stand up while drinking a beer or scream to be heard, I'm leaving. Enough.
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I'm with you on this one, Xmastime. Especially when Op's around (it's tough enough hearing him under normal circumstances). I think there's a segment of the population that equates quiet with boredom which is why they can't do anything without being plugged into an ipod or cellphone. "Walk down the street without having a phone conversation or blasting my tunes? How boring!"
"I think there's a segment of the population that equates quiet with boredom" well said. and goes hand n hand with "i have nothing to say."
tho i dunno why we gotta pick on Op...
Hey, I let him slide for the wine and cheese post. What's next? A post on thread counts in his linen?
400 and above are heavenly.
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