I Am Reminded

Kathy had an anniversary bash she was invited to in Eugene. One of the local DJs does a gig down there and it was the one year anniversary of his show. So he had invited her to come. So we went. It was at a place called Jameson's and it is a bar. So I am reminded that I love the bar. I love the glasses. I love the bottles. I love the bartenders. Everything else on the other side of the bar just doesn't do anything for me. The noise, the smell, the drunks. Maybe it would be different if I was drinking. I can't see any other reason to be there, but duh it's a bar and its business is to sell alcohol. You can't converse in a place with music blasting. You CAN dance and Kathy did. Me, I sat there enjoying watching the four bartenders run their fannies off. Listened to some music with DJs doing that scratchy record thing. Watched the people dance. And I was given a flower. I had a good time with my friend, but I'm sure it will be a long time again before I ever go to a bar and will be again reminded of what I like and what I don't and the reason I don't do bars. I know. I'm probably just old.