I went to the bar today. Mostly cause I’ve been meaning to for a while and just never really got around to it. Not really a good excuse, I suppose.
I suppose I could say it’s more relevant to these reasons:
1. I don’t like smoke.
2. I don’t like the prices.
3. Always got there late or had no reason to go.
But today, I grabbed my new HD camcorder and figured I could go grab some video at the bar. Mostly cause my sister was there and I wanted to show off.
Well, I ended up trying a new drink. “Alien” they called it. Basically was a shot glass of blue curacao with a drop of Bailey’s Irish Cream. The cream forms a swirl in the curacao, so they call it an alien because of that. The bartender apparently put too much cream in the first one he made me, so he made a 2nd one on the house. Two drinks for one price is a pretty good deal. Better yet, got it during happy hour, so I paid even less for it. Was a really good drink too boot. After that, had rum & coke.. and my boss was there and bought me a refill. Ended up spending about an hour at the bar.
But that’s not the entire point of this gear. Rather, this deals with the interaction I had at the bar. A guy by the name of Joe. I’ve forgotten his last name almost as soon as I walked out the door and the details of our conversation, but it’s the fact that it’s so easy to get into a conversation with someone. Of course, I’m bad at small talk so I just discussed whatever came to mind. In particular, he seemed like an interesting individual. He was a construction worker from Kansas, somehow finding his way north to my quaint little town. Generally discussed family and a general gist of life, I suppose.
Just interesting, I suppose. We can form transient connections so easily. Human nature, perhaps? Are we a social entity? Do we need connections to survive? Life would be a lot more dull if we didn’t connect to people. I suppose you could relate it to a discussion I had a while ago about the Voice of Thought and the references to the Tower of Babel. At what point do our uniformity in language lead us to entropy and destruction?
Many questions, I suppose. But for now, I learned I can connect to random strangers. I don’t know whether I’ll always remember Joe or whether he’ll always remember me, but the possibility makes me ponder.
Next time, I’m totally going to try Bazooka Joe, Adios Motherfucker, and maybe a Barney on Acid.
