cabenson | Karaoke Blues

Last night was my "play-date" night with

artskat (yes, I converted another to LJ-if you like smart, witty, fangirlish folk, check her out). All set for a night of karaoke at a scary butch bar, we found ourselves in a usual predicament- unable to find the bar. We always get lost, always have and always will. We briefly considered grabbing a six-pack and meandering through town, but we collected our tired little thoughts and managed to locate our target.

After driving down the main drag and watching the pretty people heading out to dinner and clubs, we found our little hole in the wall and prepared ourselves for the blast of atrocious singing as we opened the door. There was no synthesized track music, no drunken sister-girls in ripped t-shirts, no "I Will Survive" being destroyed...and no explanation. It was written on their events door by the entrance, but no, no karaoke. This was fine, we can do karaoke some other time and we bellied up to the bar and started talking about everything from work to fangirlishness. Then I smelled smoke. I looked down the bar and sure enough, there were people smoking. Columbus initiated a smoking ban (that was voted in TWICE) on Feb 1st. I am an ex-smoker (as is my friend) and I have become more sensitive to smoke as I age. Pissed me off...I hate having my clothes smell like smoke. This bar has now been scratched off of our "Places to go"list which is okay because we didn't have the mullets necessary to fit in.

Mrs. CB and I are enjoying our last Friday together before she heads back to school. Errands will be run, food will be purchased, electronics will be ogled. I need to run up to Teh HellLab to see if me check has been delivered. Why they couldn't have just added it to my pay and direct-deposited it is beyond me.