Tonight is the night for bar 69. We have decided to go to the Bad JuJu Lounge as it has just enough of bad boy feel to warrant such an illustrious number. Oh I should mention that I am still very excited today. Dana called me the day before and left a message on my machine. The fact that I missed her call still annoys me as I was home at the time and then I didn’t notice the message light until it was too late. She said she that she was working that night and would probably call back the next day. I debated on whether she was just mentioning this, or whether she was hinting that I should stop by since she was working. I decided not stop by since I hadn’t shaved that day and more importantly I didn’t want to seem too pushy. I hate not being able to read women.
So it is 11:00 and we are off to the Bad JuJu Lounge. After I park we start walking over to the club and I realize that I forgot my wallet and they always card up here on Cap Hill. Angry, I walk back to the car and get ready to drive home. Just then I remember that I think I have a copy of my license in the glove box for just such an occasion. Ransacking the box doesn’t turn it up, but then I check it again. With a sigh of relief I find it lodged between something and pull it forth victorious. It was better than finding a $20 bill in the pocket of a shirt you just washed.
The Bad JuJu was fun. We had a large table and a large group. We also bumped into 3 ladies that we know and hot women make everything better. Tony and Farida showed to have a quick drink. Unfortunately they were bar flies so I had to make my way to them rather than having them come sit at table. There were some damn strange conversations at that table, most likely owing to Danielle’s presence. There was some talk of howdahs (you know, those giant things that go on an elephant’s back.) It was later determined that Danielle (or maybe it was Bridgette, hmm, I’m not sure anymore) didn’t actually want a howdah, but really wanted a litter. That way tall strapping men could carry her around and wait on her hand and foot. We also talked about how the Abercrombie and Fitch catalog was nothing more than softcore gay porn, and how Forensic Entymology would be an interesting career to lie about having. Maxim actually has this great feature. I’m not sure if they still do it, but there are at least 20 + of them kicking around. I should also mention that Wolf bought drinks for everyone. He is a damn generous fellow.
When we left the Bad JuJu, a guy selling Daffodils came up to us. I don’t like being accosted on the street and gave him the brush off. Danielle, however decided that she had to have some daffodils and bought some. There was some haggling over the $2.50 a bunch, selling price but eventually she just paid it. Now I didn’t have the heart to tell her, but despite what he said about growing them personally, they looked an awful lot like the ones they are selling at Safeway Supermarket right now. They were even in the same number per bunch. I wonder if they fell off a truck somewhere or if they guy was on the level.
From the Bad JuJu we stopped into the Vogue for a quick drink. Fortunately for us, Ogre was working the door and we convinced him to let us pop in for a quick drink. Jason gave him a card and explained our quest. We were very excited when he mentioned that he had heard about it already and that it wouldn’t be a problem. We slid into the place and were greeted by some damn crappy music. It was kind of painful to listen to. Luckily we were there for one drink and then out-tro.
After the Vogue it was a quick pop into Barça. Now the Barça is what I would call an upscale yuppie bar. While I admit that I will never pick up any women in a place like Barça, I do like to window shop. As Jason and I walk in, I catch site of Jesse on the staircase who waving us down. They already have a table and have our drinks waiting. Now that is service. I wish I could I say what we talked about while we were here, but I sure it was interesting. After being a couple of drinks in, it usually starts to get a little fuzzy. I do remember a girl behind us had the same flowers as Danielle bought. That guy gets around.
Our final stop of the evening was our first re-drink at the Wild Rose. It was a Thursday so Florence should be working. We stopped in to say hi and see how much of an impression we made. As it turned out, we made quite an impression and she remembered us once we called her buy name. We talked for probably about 45 minutes or so, and she even bought us drinks. She bought us high-end stuff. Florence was and now is firmly in my top 3 bartenders in the city. Now I want to clarify that, that does not mean she is number 3, it just means that I have 3 favorite bartenders and she is one of them, cleanly and solidly.
There was much talk here and while I would like to repeat much of it, Jason has told me that he will make bleed if I do. Plus I promised Florence I wouldn’t and I am much more concerned about what she would do to me. Actually I am more concerned that she wouldn’t like me anymore, and I don’t know if I could stand it if Florence didn’t like me anymore. :-(
We did try to stop into the Tin Hat to give Maia our card as she was the first person we told about our little quest, but she had gone home already (it being past 1:00 AM) Then I dropped Jason off and went home.
-wOOt
Posted by Brandon at April 26, 2002 04:02 PM