I took Preston (my 5 yr old nephew) to the bank with me today. I had to make a deposit and I figured that it would be good to get him out of the house. When I was getting him strapped into his child seat, something behind the seat caught my eye. It was a hat with a “Girls Gone Wild” patch on it. I told him that he could have it and he took it from my hand, inspected it, and threw it to the back of Roxy’s cab.
“Don’t you want the hat?” I asked.
“No,” he said. He also added that it wasn’t cool.
I told him that it was a “Girls Gone Wild” hat to which he replied, “I don’t like wild girls. They’re crazy.”
The boy has so much to learn. He gave me an Uncle Jed Clampett moment where I said under my breath… “Someday, I gotta have a long talk with that boy.”
We hit the bank drive-thru and the window teller sent two suckers along with my deposit ticket. He learned forward and thanked her with his “Girls Gone Wild” hat. Yeah… I got a good chuckle out of that one.
Then we hit the drive-thru at Cook-Out for a couple of chocolate M&M’s shake and a large bag of Cajun seasoned fries.
Preston didn’t want M&M’s in his shake, of course. I explained that he likes chocolate shakes. I also pointed out the fact that he loves M&M’s. Why wouldn’t he like the two of them together?
That would be like me spending the longest night on Earth with two beautiful, big-haired ladies doing whatever my sick mind can come up with. Why wouldn’t he want a sugar orgy for his mouth?
He protested but eventually gave in to the shake when he had a few of those Cajun seasoned fries. He wanted something to drink because they were “hot”. The only thing that I had to offer was the shake. And what do you know? He liked the shake with M&M’s.
Last night, I attended another shindig put on by the folks at Portrait Homes and ‘Yes Weekly’. It was a Hemingway’s in downtown Greensboro. Before Weather Dave and I got there, we hit Shucka’s for a couple of barley pops. It seemed to me that I was rubbing Sarah the bartender the wrong way. I asked for a “Will Bastard” because Will claims that just about every bartender in Greensboro can make it. I found a bartender that didn’t know what the hell I was talking about and who didn’t seem amused.
For the record, here’s the recipe for a Will Bastard…
Fill a pint glass with ice and fill half way with vodka. Give it a splash of orange juice and fill the rest of the glass up with Ginger Ale and you have a Will Bastard.
It’s good and before you know it, you’re crocked.
After Dave and I left Hemingway’s, we hit Natty Greene’s for a couple of beers and an order of their Chipolte wings before I went in to work. We chatted with Hinzy for a few minutes and we bothered the bartender, Kelly O. I really liked hanging out at that place, but now it’s gotten so popular with other folks that I rarely go there anymore. I’ve been frequenting the Green Burro and I’m thinking more and more about hitting the Left Field Tavern on Edgeworth a few more times.
Dave has settled on Shucka’s and I think it’s because of his love of Jimmy Buffett. The place definitely has a seaside feel to it with all the seafood and nautical things on the wall. What’s not to love for a Parrothead?
Finding my own personal bar was always something that I’ve fantasized about, but I just haven’t done it. It’s just a little cheaper drinking at home and I can watch what I want. Something besides sports.
Why do bars have to show sports all the time? Can’t a bar have movie nights or something? Can’t we watch CNN? Why not ‘Everyone Hates Chris’? Hell, lets get a ‘Star Trek’ bar!
Can you imagine all the Klingon geeks getting drunk along side their pointed-eared Vulcan geek brothers while watching ‘Star Trek II: The Wrath Of Khan’?
If I find that bar, I’ll let you know.