Karaoke Blues

[cabenson]

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.

Comments

[maroukian.livejournal.com]

When I was in a bar in NY recently everyone was smoking and I just laughed because there is a smoking ban as well there. HaHa! Some stop signs are optional, I suppose! :)

[artskat.livejournal.com]

Yes, CB has converted me to LJ. She's always been a bad influence on me. (But a damn funny one!)Yes. We do always get lost. Perhaps we should leave a trail of bread crumbs. (Should lost lesbians leave bread crumbs? . . . or something else. . . bags of herbal tea. . . hmmm?)

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Chai tea boxes, darling. And empty vodka bottles. /Patsy

[armature.livejournal.com]

A smoking ban was recently passed in a city near here. The opposition to it was unbelievably stupid. I can understand the argument that smoking bans would drive away business--but the opposition countered "Smoking kills" rhetoric with, "So do hot dogs!" and "So does cheese!" wtf? The difference is that when you eat I hot dog, I don't suck down the nitrates too, right? Obvious enough to me. No one said this. No one. They just argued about the likelihood of a ban on cheese.

I also found it amusing that the same people that oppose abortion and poo-poo a women's right to her body considered it a fascist assault on personal freedom to insist they take their cancer sticks elsewhere.

Congrats on quitting smoking, btw. I've heard it's very difficult.

[stargazer1960.livejournal.com]

Speaking of "bad influences" I have spent a great deal of time watching "Bad Girls" and drooling this weekend.
That's what lost lesbians leave behind--drool.