Wednesday, September 1, 2010
F This Chord
I happened to be at Summers on a Tuesday night recently (and the fact that yesterday was tuesday is purely coincidental) because I didn't have anything else to do and its not that I like going to Summers because I have nothing else to do, I like going to Summers because its what I've always done, but it is really more than that, sure it is a cool neighborhood bar, if by cool you mean warm because Mean Joe Green won't put on the air conditioning even though its like a billion degrees and it is the first of September and seriously hasn't Fall started yet because it is the first of September and hockey season should be starting soon and I hate walking to work in my Toronto Maple Leafs jersey and it is still so fucking hot that I sweat through the jersey and no Leafs jersey should be stained by something so pedestrian as sweat stains and even though its that hot can you believe that Joe won't turn on the air conditioning or even open the back door and put on the fan like he used to do (what happened to the good old days?) or prop open Summers New Door (which is so not pesky); and if by bar you mean a place where people are supposed to be able to order drinks although they can't especially if mya worst enemy is working the bar and someone (who shally remain namless (cough_mya_cough)) forgets to get you a refill because they're too busy texting on their new droid phone (omg! u have a droid fone? its totes awesome! lol! ttyl! ) and if by neighborhood you mean the area around the Courthouse Metro station although its not really a neighborhood and has yet to really define its vibe which is a term I heard some sasketchewannabe using while he adjusted a checkered hat I think he stole from the corpse of Frank Sinatra (although I think I saw my Pop wear one in a picture from 1937) and he drank red girly drinks even though Peroni is STILL on special while he tried to explain to me how to play guitar and F this chord.