why dance around it – northeast pa simply didn’t live up to my expectations on mardi gras.
i thought about it last night towards the conclusion of my show – many colleges, nice weather, no midterms/exams… this should shape up to be an intriguing night.
the show ended just shy of midnight. i jetted home, grabbed a bud light from the fridge, gathered up beads from a club gig in syracuse, and waited for marino to swing through. due to the proximity of our first destination from my apartment, he became the night’s driver by default.
and the beads were just for show – these things were two years old. our first and back-up plans consisted of bars, and i’m taken. so clearly, even if i did part with any plastic necklaces, i wouldn’t have made any girls “work” for them (typing that made me feel dirty).
marino though… well, why would i speak for him?
my introduction to the dive wasn’t flattering. we were one and done from bb.
although, the staircase to the immediate left of the entrance and the trap door inside the small, enclosed bar were quite amusing.
i think a bunch of rowdy college drunks could turn the spot into a fun time – and i look forward to a possible return on a friday or saturday. but fat supa dupa tuesday night just wasn’t meant for beer boys.
next stop: friday’s. the back-up plan. the go-to-bar in the wilkes-burr. and it was dese. made it in time for half price apps – and after a couple order of boneless buffalo wings, extra crispy – paired with a game of beer pong on the video touchscreen – we deemed the night a “non-failure.”
but eventful? far from it. maybe i should’ve taken advantage of those fat tuesdays i spent on the su hill…