Showing posts with label pants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pants. Show all posts

Monday, January 31, 2011

XYZ PDQ

Everyone knows Summers is the most laid back bar in Arlington, right?

Everyone knows Summers isn't a meat market like Whitlow's or Clarendon Grill or Rhodeside Grill, right?

Everyone knows Summers draws people because they want cheap beer and want to grab a seat and just unload their troubles, right?

Everyone knows that gives me the right to not do up my pants when I come out of the bathroom, right?

Apparently, my favorite thing to do when I'm at Summers is to not keep the goalie in his trapezoid. To put it another way, my favorite thing to do at Summmers is to let the bishop out of his pulpit. To put it another way, my favorite thing to do is to let old McDonald's chicken have the run of the farm yard. To put it another way, my favorite thing to do is to let Obi Wan see the force is strong in me.

I know my manners are terrible, but I appreciate the fact that Summers is a place where I feel comfortable and that Summers is a place where I can be myself and it is a place where I can let it all hang out.