This was years and years and years ago. Pub in Ashland, Oregon, drinking a pitcher or three of Rogue River Ale.
The Shakespearean theater there is terrific. Saw Faustus there and it was really really good.
Ashland is so liberal the trees are sticky with sap, but it’s still a cool town.
So was the lazy skeleton some sort of mascot for this pub?
You know, I’m not sure. He certainly wasn’t the center theme, no. But Rogue River and Rogue River Ale… a pirate theme, I guess skeletons are the next logical step.
Turning off my political filter would be difficult, I’m sure. I had a tough time when I went to Boston, the summer of ’08.
I’m still trying to scrub the libidiotarians from my mind.
I was in Atlanta with my friend The Beaner, and we found a rough looking blues joint downtown. We sat down at the bar.
Bartender (looked like a biker, missing tooth, beard, headscarf, tatts, etc.) walked over with the hairy eyeball and growled, “Whattya want?”
I said, “How ’bout a pitcher of Bass.” I immediately turned to The Beaner and said, “What’ll you have?”
Bartender’s demeanor changed. “I wanna party with THIS dude!” We had a great time after that, free shots and good music.