No disrespect, Mr. Frizzelle, but your saddest thing's got nothing on the older gentleman attempting to walk down the street across from Barca last night. He was so drunk, his entire upper body was traveling altogether behind his hips/legs/feet—he looked like he was pantomiming the existence of an extremely strong wind. He proceeded in slow motion, barely staying upright until he no longer did. He made the acquaintance of the sidewalk right at the top of that long ramp down into the Value Village parking lot. A good Samaritan left the bar to go help him; he communicated from the ground that his wife was going to be mad because his car had been towed, and further that he was trying to find Basic Plumbing. Basic Plumbing is the gay bathhouse located exactly one block due west of where he'd fallen down. It was 7 p.m.
(Let me add, for the splendid bartender's sake, that the man had not been drinking at Barca. Also, Barca makes excellent martinis.)
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