Coupla years ago for my buddy's 40th birfday his wife rented out a Veteran's Hall and threw a surprise party for him. It was a great great night, but it is mostly the next morning that I will always remember. A few of us went back to clean up/pick up leftovers et al, and when I walked in and was in love. It was a coupla old dudes at a bar drinking beer watching football while Motown quietly played in the background and the a/c, apparently fueled by the space shuttle, kept the place at about -1 degree. Or, as I might say, h-e-a-v-e-n. It was everything I ever dreamed of in a bar: cold, football, great music but quiet, and no chicks. I was flabbergasted. I was jealous, and ever since every time I've walked by one of those joints I try to peep in, get a look at the dream life.
Today I was strolling the boy and passed one and there were two dudes in lawn chairs on the sidewalk. Musta each been oh, I dunno...135 years old. I looked in and was thrilled: wood paneling, dark, coupla old men drinking. As I was strolling passed the dudes sitting I couldn't resist and asked "Man, what do I hafta do to get into this club?" To which Pops growled "kill some fucking Japs."
Sigh. (tearing up!)
Hi,
ReplyDeleteI'm a huge fan of your blog (always good for a smile). I cook at a bar called Murff's in Oxford, MS. Plenty ole dudes living the dream life here.
Come to Bayonne. Old men sitting in bars on every other corner. And nary a hipster in sight. My cousin's fixing up my uncle's bar. You should come over for the grand opening.
ReplyDeletering the bell, man. ring the bell.
ReplyDeletei lived in Oxford for 2 years, trying to remember a Murff's...oh wait, i was busy in my room drinking bottles of gin making mix tapes that i would never send for everyone. sigh. ;)
ReplyDeleteSo ya wanna be a geezer...maybe if you hang around the door and offer to clean the place up, they will get to know you and make you an honorary member.
ReplyDeleteKeep dreamin' big, Baby.
Maybe when you were here Murff's was Ireland's. It's the green-brick place down the alley from Proud Larry's. I met a man from South Florida named Carol here. He said that gator jaw is like filet mignon in texture, and tastes like a mixture between chicken and armadillo. My friend, Bill, said, "Yeah, but whose ever eaten armadillo. Carol said, "I have", and I don't doubt him one bit.
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