Good Morning Somnolent Ones,
In this topsy-turvy world in which we find ourselves, locating a home worthy of hanging one’s hat has been difficult at best. Some places are simply too far, others too expensive, and still other venues too seedy. When the pages of the menu stick together you know it could be trouble. There just aren’t enough places left to choose from, so we settled for University. University Sports Grille is a converted Burger Barn that has an L shaped bar hiding half the bar from view regardless of where you sit. It has a swamp cooler backed up by a 12 inch fan that hardly works so the place is always a bit too warm and now infested with flies appearing out of the blue two weeks ago. Dave one of three partners in this venture is around my age and looks like an old ‘Hobbit’ in that he can’t be more than 5’6″ wearing a beer gut just as big around. Lyle another old fart does allot of the cooking (actually pretty good food) but has as much personality as a paper bag! At times I’ve seen Dave place a mirror under Lyle’s nose just to check. Trevor, the minor partner, is young (28) and a new father. His primary responsibility is to bring in the college kids from neighboring Denver University campus.
In a previous post I promised to extend a hand of fellowship to the trivia playing patrons at University for a solution to our differing playing styles. The answer came in a natural peaceful process of preferences. All I did was turn up the volume to the beloved ‘Blues’ channel and discovered we can’t hear them nor can they hear us…PERFECT! The fact this was handled without bloodshed leads me to believe our takeover will be of peace and mutual respect. Already the leader board indicates our influence as the curmudgeons have 8 places of ten possible. The other players have already accepted the new paradigm and do the best they can. Good has defeated Evil!
Settling in a new place is always uncomfortable. A new Job, relationship, or even a bar all require time to feel accepted and welcomed. The Bagwan was gracious enough to introduce me to his favorite place to imbibe. The pretty bar-tender will laugh at your jokes, tease you, and offer admonition when over the line. I was warned prior to entering not to say anything that would embarrass our Bagwan and put him in disfavor with the bartender as well as management. Evidently there’s a pecking order in terms ‘favorites’ and Bagwan sees himself as a serious contender for being atop this list. After several glasses of wine I began to feel comfortable and at ease, so during a picture sharing discussion, I made a remark about the bartender’s son looking like a ‘sissy’ and you’d have thought I had just pissed on the piano! You could hear a collective gasp from those at the bar all looking at me in disbelief. Evidently the bartender’s son has been seriously ill for most of his life and only lately beginning to recover. Two people sitting to my right got up and found seating away from me and my apologies were falling on deaf ears. Still groveling asking forgiveness I got up and left wondering how it all got away from me.
I have tried for the last couple of days to contact the Bagwan to see if I damaged his ‘favorite’ status at the bar, but refuses to return my calls. On that basis alone I suspect he has fallen from grace and has been besmeared by my unfortunate remarks. Baggy if you’re still reading this ‘horse’s ass’ I simply didn’t know! Having said this though, I’m confident you’ll find your way back to your proper place atop the ‘favorites’ list.