Groggle
Ok, it's 9, and I'm finally feeling a little awake and less toxic after a nap. Catbirds certainly is the gateway to somewhere. I don't know if it's hell, but I'd say it is definitely a truckstop on the way.
I dig the bartenders. Nerfherder, despite his scruffiness, is always good for a laugh, and Derrick is a mean mixologist. The owner is incredibly nice, and she's thinking of opening a Catbirds sequel somewhere in NOLA, which might be the site of the next Kimday.
I'm also warming up to the surroundings. It's like Bizarro Cheers, a dollar store knockoff of the place where everybody knows your name. The "sperm etched windows" was actually one window with little blue sperm painted on it, and it was kind of cute, and apparently Catbirds was just a quirky gay bar in a previous life, not a peep show, which makes me feel better bc that window was really high.
The thing about Catbirds is that it's like the guy you meet with beer goggles on. He's shabby and obnoxious at first, and the more you drink, the more you think, "Hmmm he's not soooo bad," and while he never quite becomes Prince Charming, he does become Prince Good Enough For Right Now, and you give him your number. The next day, however, you recall his shabbiness and definitely his obnoxious behavior when he leaves you a voicemail, and you vow never to go back to beer goggles state again (until that next Jack and Ginger). Yep, that's Catbirds.
Darth was in hyperdrunk last night, as were most of the aliens in Mos Eisley (the majority of which were journalists). Fraggle Rock was hitting on a nice girl from Austin, and Darth's friend, Freddy, was assuring me that Bambi and Thumper were happily snuggling up under my awning ass while watching their mother die at the hand of man. That was the compliment of the century, for sure. And really, if one more person "accidentally" tripped and fell face first into my boobs...come on!
Really, an uneventful night (or maybe I'm trying to forget).
I dig the bartenders. Nerfherder, despite his scruffiness, is always good for a laugh, and Derrick is a mean mixologist. The owner is incredibly nice, and she's thinking of opening a Catbirds sequel somewhere in NOLA, which might be the site of the next Kimday.
I'm also warming up to the surroundings. It's like Bizarro Cheers, a dollar store knockoff of the place where everybody knows your name. The "sperm etched windows" was actually one window with little blue sperm painted on it, and it was kind of cute, and apparently Catbirds was just a quirky gay bar in a previous life, not a peep show, which makes me feel better bc that window was really high.
The thing about Catbirds is that it's like the guy you meet with beer goggles on. He's shabby and obnoxious at first, and the more you drink, the more you think, "Hmmm he's not soooo bad," and while he never quite becomes Prince Charming, he does become Prince Good Enough For Right Now, and you give him your number. The next day, however, you recall his shabbiness and definitely his obnoxious behavior when he leaves you a voicemail, and you vow never to go back to beer goggles state again (until that next Jack and Ginger). Yep, that's Catbirds.
Darth was in hyperdrunk last night, as were most of the aliens in Mos Eisley (the majority of which were journalists). Fraggle Rock was hitting on a nice girl from Austin, and Darth's friend, Freddy, was assuring me that Bambi and Thumper were happily snuggling up under my awning ass while watching their mother die at the hand of man. That was the compliment of the century, for sure. And really, if one more person "accidentally" tripped and fell face first into my boobs...come on!
Really, an uneventful night (or maybe I'm trying to forget).
Labels: Catbirds
posted by Cranky at 9:04 PM
2 Comments:
OMG i am SO the lesser of the two evils. perhaps we should combine our blogs and have one just called "Two Evils" and you can be "Greater" and I can be "Lesser." so glad you're keeping Darth company though. :)
Aw, Rick! So sad that you've got tainted cat poop so near. I hope it didn't induce Warrior type vomit!
Ghost--You, my dear, will always be the greater. It's just that when the lesser is left without a comparison piece, she SEEMS greater. (I like the blog idea, tho...)
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