The greatest institution in the world: The AntiFrat Delta f. A way of life since 2002. Monday, April 25, 2005
A funny thing happened at the Bridge Tavern
It was so strange,
we were just sitting there the bar a little while back at our local watering hole, the Bridge Tavern. The pitchers were flowing well and cheap. Exams were still a while off and midterms were a thing of the past, so our consciences were clear as grease-soaked napkins. Conversation was easy and consisted mostly of the usual banter of university students in high spirits, accompanied by the put-on drawl of a country music group that only the West side of Windsor would be proud to display. Someone - I think it was Mike - was the first one to notice that something had gone terribly awry.
"Dude, what happened to your face?" He said, with a none but a little touch of concern in his voice. "Are you feeling alright?" I was in fact feeling just fine. Not often though do you get asked that question in an establishment where alcohol is sold and consumed without starting to worry. Especially in a place like the Bridge Tavern. The Bridge Tavern is the last stop on your way to the United States of America in West Windsor; the last stop out-post in a town that is in it's self a last stop out-post. This is a place where Lonesome Lefty and the Crying Shames plays every Tuesday night, and business booms. In a place like this, Mike's question worried me.
But already I was beginning to see what he meant, for Mike's face was starting to take a new shape of it's own, too. I thought the guy might have been telling me I looked pale, green, maybe a little to deep in the drink for my own good, but what was happenning was more sinister. "Something's wrong with you too, man..." I managed to muster out.
Maybe sinister is the wrong word. As soon we both realized that there were changes happening it was like being deep in the vortex of a good mushroom trip - We gave in and it didn't seem so bad anymore. Other people at the bar were starting to change in strange ways, too. We all seemed to be connected...
The night tore on and we continued to revel in the sweet bliss of cheap ale. The waitress came by one last time and asked us if we would like another, but it was clear that no, we would not be indulging in one more. We had a party to get back to at our own house, and the guests were no doubt wondering just where we were by now. It was time to bid this crazy fringe bar adieu, for we were more than used to the strange faces all around us, and everyone knows that this is when to leave. It was time to head back to the strange faces at our own homestead, and see just how they were dealing with this strange night.
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we were just sitting there the bar a little while back at our local watering hole, the Bridge Tavern. The pitchers were flowing well and cheap. Exams were still a while off and midterms were a thing of the past, so our consciences were clear as grease-soaked napkins. Conversation was easy and consisted mostly of the usual banter of university students in high spirits, accompanied by the put-on drawl of a country music group that only the West side of Windsor would be proud to display. Someone - I think it was Mike - was the first one to notice that something had gone terribly awry.
"Dude, what happened to your face?" He said, with a none but a little touch of concern in his voice. "Are you feeling alright?" I was in fact feeling just fine. Not often though do you get asked that question in an establishment where alcohol is sold and consumed without starting to worry. Especially in a place like the Bridge Tavern. The Bridge Tavern is the last stop on your way to the United States of America in West Windsor; the last stop out-post in a town that is in it's self a last stop out-post. This is a place where Lonesome Lefty and the Crying Shames plays every Tuesday night, and business booms. In a place like this, Mike's question worried me.
But already I was beginning to see what he meant, for Mike's face was starting to take a new shape of it's own, too. I thought the guy might have been telling me I looked pale, green, maybe a little to deep in the drink for my own good, but what was happenning was more sinister. "Something's wrong with you too, man..." I managed to muster out.
Maybe sinister is the wrong word. As soon we both realized that there were changes happening it was like being deep in the vortex of a good mushroom trip - We gave in and it didn't seem so bad anymore. Other people at the bar were starting to change in strange ways, too. We all seemed to be connected...
The night tore on and we continued to revel in the sweet bliss of cheap ale. The waitress came by one last time and asked us if we would like another, but it was clear that no, we would not be indulging in one more. We had a party to get back to at our own house, and the guests were no doubt wondering just where we were by now. It was time to bid this crazy fringe bar adieu, for we were more than used to the strange faces all around us, and everyone knows that this is when to leave. It was time to head back to the strange faces at our own homestead, and see just how they were dealing with this strange night.
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# posted by tylert @ 5:00 p.m. 
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