Thursday, January 06, 2011

the usual

I walked into the Golden Nugget and Holly seemed happy to see me. She had begun to walk out from around behind the bar as I opened the door, headed for the Scratchers vending machine but when she saw me she twisted on her heel and flowed back behind the wood and spun me a napkin. She had won $500 a few weeks ago and she can't seem to stay away from it, she said.

It is cash only and I had $10 in my pocket, plenty at the Nugg, or so it used to be.

"Holly," I said, "I got ten bucks and I need something strong." She leaned over the bar and fetched the usual. I slapped the money down as she poured the Yukon Jack into the shot glass. It was a good pour. It's always a good pour at the Nugg. As she walked to the register she paused. "Umm," she began, "it looks like they changed the prices for 2011. Yukon is now $6.50."

Six fifty? It used to be three fifty, or four, I can't remember but ten dollars used to be enough to get started, at least, and a beer back is little consolation.

The first let down of the new year.

On a better, more in-tune note, the new BloodKnot is out. Represent.

6 comments:

  1. My favorite old Irish bar in the City that had six dollar pitchers and never kept good track of your tab, they turned it into a wine bar.

    This is why we fear change.

    Great piece in the Blogger's issue.

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  2. Yeah dude, your piece in bloodknot is awesome. Endlessly quotable. Sometimes I think they should call it catching too.

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  3. Thank you, Gentlemen.

    Don't worry Pete, the space rocks will take care of that wine bar.

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  4. When I used to buy Yukon Jack from a place called Liquid Louie's in MT it was around $20/bottle. The only reason we got it was because the lady that ran the place knew we were underage and that was the only thing she would sell us. I remember some pretty awful hangovers from "the jack".

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  5. I would have only sold you Zima.

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  6. That reminds me of a joke I once heard.
    A man walks into the bar and says pour me ten shots of whiskey. The bar tender reluctantly lines them up and the man takes them one at a time with only a breath in between. After the tenth shot the bartender asks. What drives a man to drink like that? The man replied, if you had what I have you'd drink like that.
    The bartender says, what do you have to which the man replied.... fifty cents.

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