Hump Wednesday

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Ok, back in the good ole days on hump Wednesday we would head for the bar- ah the neighborhood bar. In Boston I figured out early on that everyone did not head to "where everyone knows your name" but to the closest place to imbibe. Literally if you worked in a restaurant, you would go to the nearest bar to yours and if you worked in a hospital you would go to the bar across the street. When I worked in the bar business, we did in fact go to the closest watering hole, even the one you worked in, if you could get away with that. And when I worked in the hospital, yup right across the street - closest one. Tonite, right out of my fridge - Pinot Grigio - not as interesting as in Boston. C'est la vie. Cheers!

4 comments:

Matt said...

I actually enjoyed going to a bar where they knew my name -- or at least the bartender knew my name and my favorite drink. When I visited Mobile, Alabama, recently, I went into one of my old stomping grounds -- and found that the same bartender was there AND remembered what I liked. It was like old home week!!

- Matt

S William said...

In Wisconsin, there are bars on nearly every corner. Well, in between churches, that is. You can literally go into them 15 years apart and see some of the same people sitting at the same spots.

Anonymous said...

I'm trying to visit as many of the NaBloPoMo blogs as I can and I thought I'd say hi, I liked your blog.. :) Cheers!

The Curmudgeon said...

My favorite bar in college was my favorite in law school, too... but by that time, Ron was opening later and later on Fridays, so I'd get there just as the porter was leaving. Then Ron would go get dinner and I'd hold the fort. It was just people I knew coming in anyway.

And there was no truth to the rumor that I got my mail there. But I can now see where such a rumor might have come from.

All I can say is thank heavens we did not have Cash Station in those days....

I don't miss those days, but there is a delightfully decadent feeling when you come out of a saloon in the midafternoon, from the dark inside, into the bright light.

Now, though, I just worry becuase some of my kids are old enough to be nightclubbing. And they do....