Labor Day Sunday Night at Galaxy Hut, in Twitter Posts
Getting cabin fever. Heading out to Arlington for a bit. 09:10 PM August 31, 2008
State of mind: Bored. (Duh.)
At Galaxy Hut - the Labor Day Sunday crowd is a lot different, I have to say
I'm more of a mid-week Galaxy Hut guy, so I can't say for sure that all Sunday nights are like the Sunday night before Labor Day. But it was certainly different, especially with the Clarendon Ballroom refugees questing for three-dollar pitchers (off a mistaken listing from some happy hour Web site)
This is kinda odd - like an aging frat boy party, with best-of-metal hits playing on the jukebox
I'm not kidding.
The guy next to me just confused Motorhead with Radiohead (the song, incidentally, was Ace of Spades)
Admittedly, I only know Ace of Spades from that stupid AT&T Wireless commercial.
The tool next to me says, 'Look at the tools walking into here.'
I think the Dragon's Milk (9% alcohol by volume) was starting to kick in.
I'm watching the US Open and I don't particularly care, but for some reason, I'm remembering the name Mats Wilander
The US Open was on the TV. I remember watching the final in 1988, when Mats Wilander won a 5-hour, 5-set match.
Nick the bartender is sporting skinny jeans and a (hopefully) ironic rattail
I don't have a related photo. Here's an unrelated one:
You can't do the robot to 'Don't You Want Me Baby', dammit
I'm serious, someone was doing the Robot -- the part with the broken, dangly arm swing.
The ability to give an orgasm is simultaneously subservient and empowering
I have no idea where this came (ahem) from. Although I think I was at Clyde's for a nightcap at this point.
Anyway, that was Sunday night.
Labels: bars, dumb things