Memorial Day Weekend

Spent most of Memorial Day weekend with Wendy's family in Lake Placid.  Lots of sunning, floating in the lake, BBQ, cheap beer, and cracker stories.  It's as if they welcome every calamity for its storytelling possibilities.  Even passing a kidney stone becomes a twenty-minute, hilarious story.  And that accent!  All we could hear was, "They took our jobs!  Tertukadoo!"  The pace is so relaxed and people really understand the value of just hanging out and talking.

Went to Moonchine on Friday for Happy Hour, where Allegra and I got shafted on their pricing and blew our budget by eight o'clock.  Then to Harvey's for a cheap beer and a free shot of something nasty, then I met up with some people at News Cafe.  We left there for a place called Bardot.  Freaking pretentious!  From the cigar wielding Ruths and Sarahs, to the Replicants, to the self conscious modelslashbartenders, to the pornographic/crappy art (I don't know anything about art but even I could tell it sucked), it was all hilarious.  We took up prime real estate by the bar and refused to yield, even when the place became pretty packed.  I need never go there again, thank you very much. 

In contrast, my night at Transit Lounge the day before was so much better.  The place looks better, the crowd is so much more (relatively) normal, no damn cover, reasonable beer prices...and the Colombian band (Afro Kumbe) that was playing was light years better than the jazz tards (Ketchy Shuby?  WTF kind of name is that for a band?) playing at Bardot's.  They were tight, man.  That's my judgment, and I stand by it.  All in all, I was pretty merciless on my liver this weekend.