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October 15 2009

Another night, another great experience. As I exited the elevator on the top floor of the Warner Bros parking structure I received a text message from Jim asking if I had eaten dinner and if not, would I want to go to PHO with him. I have never eaten there before, but I had seen the ridiculous crowds of people waiting outside it so I texted Jim back that I would meet him there. Sure enough when we arrived there was already a good amount of people ahead of us in line. We ran into one of Jim’s friends from Lucent, Fernando. He showed us pictures of his dog and we spoke at length during dinner about women and relationships and settling down and other things, at least I believe that was what we talked about. Fernando had a thick accent and at times I had zero idea what he was saying, he seemed to have a lock on life though from what I understood. After dinner I sped home, hopped in and out of the shower and got ready within moments. Putting on my holy sweater I headed down to The Gold Room. A quick aside. My holy sweater is in no way holy in the biblical sense. It just has a hole in the chest. It is extremely comfortable and screw you if you have a problem with sweaters with holes in the chest. My parking mojo was in full effect last night. I pulled up to The Gold Room and the spot directly in front was open. I pulled in and parked. Apparently I was extremely close to the curb because a guy outside of the bar commented to me that he was convinced I was going to hit the curb. We ended up having a five minute conversation about how if someone asked I could say I was a stunt driver and that I had hydroplaned my car off of puddles and parked it perfectly in this spot. I forgot how much fun conversations can be with strangers. I sauntered into the bar expecting something completely different then what I saw. From the outside it looks as though the bar will be poorly lit with an interior that hasn’t been changed since the late seventies when it was created. Instead I was treated to an interior designed with the intent of opening up the space as best they could. A long line of tables and small chairs along one side with the bar on the other. Above the table I choose a faux star sky, the kind you think of when you remember back to the prom limo. As I sat there enjoying the ambience, Sexy Paul showed up. Pretty soon Ashley and then Jim also made appearances. I can’t explain the story behind the picture above except to say that it is a conversation I won’t soon forget. After listening to a grouping of mariachi music Jim and Paul’s earlier expedition to the jukebox yielded some positive results. Singing Yelling along with a Dropkick Murphy’s song in a primarily Spanish bar was a blast, as was the next song that came on which I can’t for the life of me remember. As we finished up our drinks we all came to a crossroads. Where will the night go now? Do we just say goodnight and go home to our comfy beds and enjoy these last remnants of an overcast night? Maybe during another month but this is ROCKTOBER! A friend of Jim’s was supposedly over at The Cha Cha Lounge (another bar I had yet to visit) so we all mounted up and headed on over. I drove over and spotted something I couldn’t believe. There outside the bar was a front row parking space. The second of the night. A small ROCKTOBER miracle, but an appreciated one. We arrived to a bar that not one of us had been in. Inside we found a treasure trove of fun. Paul talked it up with someone from Black Flag who he was a big fan of. Jim and I first played each other at foosball and then were challenged to two epic games of doubles. Well, one epic game we won and one not so epic game where we got our asses handed to us thanks to my lack of defensive ability. The night progressed and finally closed around midnight. We never found Jim’s friend. Heading home I thought on a conclusion that S. Paul and I had come to during these past few nights. Weekday bars are the best bars. Sunday through Wednesday is the time to experience a bar at it’s best. Sure, bars on the weekends are fun with friends but nothing can beat being able to walk up to the bar and immediately get served (this is more a positive for guys, girls always get served first) or actually having space to spread out or, my personal favorite, having music at a level where conversation can be had without blowing out your vocal chords. These past few ROCKTOBER NIGHTs have been amazingly fun and tonight I am sure will be no different. ROCKTOBER to the MAX!

Another night, another great experience. As I exited the elevator on the top floor of the Warner Bros parking structure I received a text message from Jim asking if I had eaten dinner and if not, would I want to go to PHO with him. I have never eaten there before, but I had seen the ridiculous crowds of people waiting outside it so I texted Jim back that I would meet him there. Sure enough when we arrived there was already a good amount of people ahead of us in line. We ran into one of Jim’s friends from Lucent, Fernando. He showed us pictures of his dog and we spoke at length during dinner about women and relationships and settling down and other things, at least I believe that was what we talked about. Fernando had a thick accent and at times I had zero idea what he was saying, he seemed to have a lock on life though from what I understood. After dinner I sped home, hopped in and out of the shower and got ready within moments. Putting on my holy sweater I headed down to The Gold Room.

A quick aside. My holy sweater is in no way holy in the biblical sense. It just has a hole in the chest. It is extremely comfortable and screw you if you have a problem with sweaters with holes in the chest.

My parking mojo was in full effect last night. I pulled up to The Gold Room and the spot directly in front was open. I pulled in and parked. Apparently I was extremely close to the curb because a guy outside of the bar commented to me that he was convinced I was going to hit the curb. We ended up having a five minute conversation about how if someone asked I could say I was a stunt driver and that I had hydroplaned my car off of puddles and parked it perfectly in this spot. I forgot how much fun conversations can be with strangers. I sauntered into the bar expecting something completely different then what I saw. From the outside it looks as though the bar will be poorly lit with an interior that hasn’t been changed since the late seventies when it was created. Instead I was treated to an interior designed with the intent of opening up the space as best they could. A long line of tables and small chairs along one side with the bar on the other. Above the table I choose a faux star sky, the kind you think of when you remember back to the prom limo. As I sat there enjoying the ambience, Sexy Paul showed up. Pretty soon Ashley and then Jim also made appearances. I can’t explain the story behind the picture above except to say that it is a conversation I won’t soon forget. After listening to a grouping of mariachi music Jim and Paul’s earlier expedition to the jukebox yielded some positive results. Singing Yelling along with a Dropkick Murphy’s song in a primarily Spanish bar was a blast, as was the next song that came on which I can’t for the life of me remember. As we finished up our drinks we all came to a crossroads. Where will the night go now? Do we just say goodnight and go home to our comfy beds and enjoy these last remnants of an overcast night? Maybe during another month but this is ROCKTOBER!

A friend of Jim’s was supposedly over at The Cha Cha Lounge (another bar I had yet to visit) so we all mounted up and headed on over. I drove over and spotted something I couldn’t believe. There outside the bar was a front row parking space. The second of the night. A small ROCKTOBER miracle, but an appreciated one. We arrived to a bar that not one of us had been in. Inside we found a treasure trove of fun. Paul talked it up with someone from Black Flag who he was a big fan of. Jim and I first played each other at foosball and then were challenged to two epic games of doubles. Well, one epic game we won and one not so epic game where we got our asses handed to us thanks to my lack of defensive ability. The night progressed and finally closed around midnight. We never found Jim’s friend.

Heading home I thought on a conclusion that S. Paul and I had come to during these past few nights. Weekday bars are the best bars. Sunday through Wednesday is the time to experience a bar at it’s best. Sure, bars on the weekends are fun with friends but nothing can beat being able to walk up to the bar and immediately get served (this is more a positive for guys, girls always get served first) or actually having space to spread out or, my personal favorite, having music at a level where conversation can be had without blowing out your vocal chords. These past few ROCKTOBER NIGHTs have been amazingly fun and tonight I am sure will be no different. ROCKTOBER to the MAX!

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