Tonight the CityGuy performed what is considered in some circles as the Triple Crown of nightlife: Three locales in three hours. And it began with a nap.
The CityGuy had been painting a bedliner onto the truck during the day. The day was very hot and so humid that rain fell during a sunny day (So Credence Clearwater Revival, Yes, I have seen the rain). This combination of heat and humidity tired out the usually energetic CityGuy and he took a nap, forgetting to leave his cell phone on silent. An hour and a half into the early sleep, the buzzer of a ringtone awoke the resting CityGuy to see what was going on.
“Ya up for round 2?” read the text, sent from Notorious. CityGuy answered back, “Ya couldn’t hang last night, are you up for it?”
What CityGuy was about to embark on began ordinarily enough, but it never ends up that way. The Triple Crown, called the CityGuy Night, is where plans are made to hang out at one bar, but by the time plans are remembered and texts are sent to change them, you’ve been to three (or more). As was the case this night.
CityGuy and Notorious met at the Pool hall, a low-key place so underground it is virtually unknown, except by the people who were in the room when they walked in. There were six billiards tables, a few couches, but the most dominant part of the venue was the copper plating-lined bar. The copper was even soldered at the seams between pieces of plating, and sanded down to a smooth finish. This allowed the bartender to slide a full beer the entire legnth of the bar without spilling a drop. CityGuy and Notorious took barstools near the end of the bar when Notorious started telling a story, but before he could finish the first sentence, he was cut off by the song playing.
“Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God/I don’t know but today seems kinda high.”
“Today was a good day” Notorious declared, and the two toasted to it.
Schoolgirl night. Was the advertisement saying that girls who were still in school were welcome, or that girls should be wearing what was in dress code when they were in school? Apparently something was lost in translation, because the Britney Spears “Hit me Baby one more time” look was not around when they walked in. Only hours later did the party get serious. By that time, CityGuy and Notorious had moved to another bar.
At once time, Powerstation was the premier nightclub in town. At one time, being seen there in the VIP meant that you knew someone or that you WERE someone. CityGuy and Notorious had spent more nights than they could count standing above the dancefloor in the VIP bar picking out girls to bring up to talk to. This night, There was a different crowd. CityGuy could smell the difference, but couldn’t spell it. The crowd was too casual, the crowd didn’t care. In the VIP bar, CityGuy saw two girls walk into the dancefloor and before they even completely approached the floor, they were surrounded by angry-looking guys, surrounded by other guys looking for the same thing, and CityGuy felt a dive.
Dive bar. CityGuy felt the words swell from his throat, and quenched them with his drink. He felt dirty being there. Quickly he left, and Notorious followed.
The night had been a CityGuy Night. Three bars, three crowds. One City. One CityGuy.
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Yes that is exactly how it goes down