See below. I just got beaten to the punch.
This horrible bar on this horrible night. You serve as the drain in the frat house floor that every unwanted acquaintance circles on Thanksgiving Eve. I dislike you on all nights and I abominate you on this one.
There is only one guy I dislike in all of Washington and he loves you. You charge a cover for horrendous bands. Your patrons park their Honda’s Accords and SUV’s on the street and take up spaces for the superior bars and restaurants. They wear stripy shirts or black party pants and play Sister Hazel on the jukebox. Your rooms stink and windows weep with the perspiration osmosed from hundreds of in-state tuition paying clones.
Yet I see myself in everything you do. I hates me.
Update: Best Man just got back into town. Says he's talked to everybody and they're all going tonight...
5 comments:
the first time you rock out to sister hazel anywhere is grounds for grp. intervention, dude.
IT'S HARD TO SAY WHAT IT IS I SEE IN YOU WONDER IF I'LL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU BUT WORDS CAN'T SAY AND I CAN'T DO ENOUGH TO PROVE IT'S ALL FOR YOU!
Personally, I find "Your Winter" to be their most compelling work.
Alright, I'm going to guess. Gotta be Clarendon Grill or Whitlow's. I'm thinking the latter.
Def Whitlow's. Don't forget the belligerent black man with arms the size of my thighs who works the door.
IF I GO TO WHITLOWS TONIGHT I WILL THROW MYSELF OUT A WINDOW, TRAGICOMICALLY.
(five dollars says I end up at fucking whitloes tonight.)
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