Weekend at Fritschie's

After leaving work (at my normal time) Friday night, I promised myself that I would have a fun weekend, and I did. When I got home Friday, I cooked a huge dinner, then drove around a little bit and wound up down at Arnies for a few beers with my friends. There was a fight on the patio at one point, the cops came, both bartenders got caught up in it, and the band had to stop playing. Not surprising when you consider that it is an Irish bar, but this is totally uncharacteristic for Arnie's. It's normally a really peaceful bunch there, and very rarely does shit go down that requires any more than aksing that person to leave. The aftermath speaks volumes about the good apples in the bunch. For about thirty minutes, there was no music, no drinks, and everyone kept their cool about it. Several people, myself included, volunteered to help out running bar back duties in an effort to keep things running smooth.

There was this one guy, uninvolved with the fight, who was tweaking his brains out at the bar. He had cleared himself a lot of space because of his...I guess you could call it dancing...I've seen people in the middle of a bee swarm handle themselves with more grace. He kept doing what I figured was an air guitar, either that or a grand mal palsy fit. Anyway, I had one run-in with this guy when I was waiting for my pint. The music was loud and I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I think he said, "buy me a shot or I'll kill you" He was mumbling, but I asked him to repeat himself, telling him I couldn't hear too well. When he said it again, I couldn't hear him because in my attempt to read his lips when he spoke, I got distracted my his teeth, which looked like he just chased oreo cookies with mustard. At this point I got my beer and got the hell away from him. I didn't buy him a shot, and thankfully he didn't kill me.

Saturday began with plans to do laundry, watch some DVDs and veg out until I was gonna meet some friends for the Big Lebowski at the Circle Cinema midnight movie...until I got a call from my buddy Tony. The fiddlers were playing at McNellie's, and I went down there to hang out with my friends, listen to the music and grab a bite to eat. A good time was had by all.

It was Tony's wife jenny that mentioned seeing Poona the Fuck-Dog at the Nightengale Theater. Jesus, I hadn't laughed so hard in my life. I wound up sitting next to my friend George who is the best person to sit next to in an audience because she has the most contagious laugh known to man. It makes me sad that she's moving to L.A. in a couple months. I'm gonna miss her terribly. I told her about ten times over the course of the evening not to go.

After the show, Jenny was getting tired so it was just Tony and I for the midnight movie. great flick, great theater, great crowd. I won a t-shirt for answering a trivia question correctly. I think the only thing that went wrong was a leaky cup sloshed some Mr. Pibb on my suede jacket. I didn't care because I was having a good day.

Today was the laundry, DVDs and vegging out. Perfect end to a near perfect weekend. It all kinda makes me mad that I have to go into work tomorrow, but not quite.