The Lisa Life: Everybody Needs A Little Bit Of Blues

Last night was Martin's birthday. We had a rare night out sans children. We ended up going to Champ's.(Voted best burger in Livingston County for many years running, God knows why since it's a freaking grease pit. You walk out of there and you smell like an overdone cheeseburger for a week later). More editorial on Champ's in a bit. We did have the occasion to hear some really great Blues from this band. You know, everybody needs a little bit of Blues on occasion. I was chatting with the lead singer's girlfriend. Maybe if I write them a fan letter, we can get them to play my birthday party.

Champ's. Three rules of thumbs for Champ's. Rule Number One: Don't act like you are having any fun. Rule Number Two: You aren't allowed more than three alcoholic drinks over the course of the night even if you are there six hours. Rule Number Three: Best whisper into your beer or you will be cut off.

Martin ordered a martini (which was a really tiny glass, four ounces at most) and was told when he finished it that there was a three drink limit on those, much like Long Island Ice Teas. NOTE: What the fuck? It's a bar, where people go to drink and how do you compare a four once glass of martini to a twenty ounce Long Island with seven kinds of liquor? I shouldn't even say this, but I will. The waitress used to bop my dad. Indeed, she had the balls to come to his memorial service and cry. She never came to see him when he was sick and housebound, but she dragged her fat ass out of the trailer park to come to his memorial and cry. She was probably sad because she would no longer have a well-off older man to help supplement her income since I know he used to throw her money when she cried poor. She pretends she has no idea of who I am, but she gets her digs in anyway, since I called her a fat pathetic bitch at my dad's memorial. As in asking my last ex-husband, "What the fuck is that fat stupid pathetic bitch {insert her name here} doing here? What goddamned nerve!") She is a couple years older than me and last night? Rode hard, put away wet. Lots of mileage on that one. She looks awful. I was a nice girl last night and bit my tongue when I wanted really badly to ask her, "So, is your loser husband still doing meth or is he in jail this time?"

Best way to eliminate any chance of a tip? Ask the waitress at Champ's.

A shame because the band was really great and will be playing there again. Sadly, we will not be patronizing Champ's anytime soon again. What makes this all the more ironic? There are always the same Town Drunks holding up the bar whenever we go in. They never get cut off.

June 2008

Comments

I have to agree with Lisa about Champs. About 8 or 9 years ago 7 or 8 of us went there for St Paddy's day. Well we had been there all of about an hour when they decided that because my Ex was laughing and giggling too much she should be cut off. She'd had 3 beers in an hour. 3! Whoopee! My Ex may have been a lot of things but she was not a drunk and she could hold her beer just fine. Erm, is this a bar folks? You know where people come to have a few drinks and enjoy themselves... Whatever! The waitress did NOT get tipped last night. I'm a big boy and I don't need to be told when I've had enough thank you very much. The band was great and I'm sorry as usual that it only took one person to ruin an otherwise very fun birthday outing.

Martin

Posted by: Martin | April 08, 2006 at 01:45 PM