I have never met a stranger! Chris thinks this is a dangerous characteristic at times, I don't. Last night while at the bar at Red Star, talking with Jeff and Chuck P. (thanks for the photo - will be blog post soon), two guys approach the bar, order drinks, and plant themselves to my left. They smelled like girls, had accents and were very eager to talk to someone. One of the guys leans in to ask me why they were given orange wristbands at the door and no one else is wearing one. I have no answer so defer to Jeff (manager). He explains the timing process and that they came into the bar right as the cover charge began.
Side Note - Largely Ironic Karaoke is every Wednesday at Red Star and cover is usually starts at 10:00. Recently they are charging cover starting at 8:00 and there is complimentary Miller High Life from 8:00-10:00!
Back to the story. While one of the guys is talking with Jeff about cover charge, the other begins to roll a cigarette! I found this somewhat fascinating. Jeff, Randall and I do a shot of coffee vodka and my new foreign friends are interested in what we are drinking. I explain. They order shots. Kelly (bartender) returns with three shots and one comes my way. We toast to their visit to America and damn Americans. Now I ask where they are from...Holland says Nick. James interjects: Where the grass is always greener and winks. Now, I am no idiot and was fully aware of the reference he was making but everyone around me felt the need to offer up an explanation. I did think the expression was funny and continued to use it throughout the night. My two new friends are Nick (in navy) and James (in sweater cardigan). They are in BR coaching a professional tennis tournament at Lamar Dixon (I googled and found no such tournament). I spent the better part of my time trying to talk James into singing The Sweater song by Weezer. He didn't comply.
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My Wife has a similar outgoing personality. Yes, it can be annoying at times, but I think that is the protective nature of a man around his SigOth, and a man's innate ability to detect bullshit coming out of the mouth of another man in the company of women.
Rolling cigarettes is a lost art. My uncle rolled his own, and not the kind found in cafes in Amsterdam. He gave me his little cigarette rolling machine. It is a little large than a lighter. Neat gadget.
Nick looks totally gay. And of course the other guy does too, but that's only because of the cardigan.
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