18th birthday to Calisa, who three years ago inspired Underage Columbus Girl
, the first funny song I ever recorded.
138th birthday to Canada, a nation I have always loved and pretended to be from.
1st day in the Big East to my future alma mater USF and berrydip
's new alma mater UC.
1st day without Marshall/[screw'em] to the Mid-American Conference.
1st day of panic about whom W's first Supreme Court nominee will be.
(and happy 1st day of me using the Semagic LJ client. We'll see how it works out.)
Last night, I went over to New Port Richey to a) calculate exactly how long it's going to take for me to get to rehearsals for Joseph
b) check out another open mic night at a place called Bourbon Street
which is, sadly, not as cool as either its namesake in New Orleans or the rat-tastic casino of the same name in Las Vegas.
I got there and a high school band was playing in front of about 20 people. Ten of those people were clearly the girlfriends and parents of the guys in the band. They weren't bad, but it was funny to see the kid not say the word "fuck" in front of his parents as they covered Sublime's "What I Got." I drank a Bud Select, paid the waitress a dollar tip, and got the hell out of there. I might go play there sometime, because they do seem to have nice equipment (a real Hammond B3 organ!) but what's the point if there's no crowd? Nice place, but kind of empty.
So I went out and started exploring New Port Richey. I went downtown and found a place called Jilly's. I walked in and discovered they had NTN, which was a nice surprise. However, I sat at the bar for 15 minutes and saw no semblance of a bartender or Playmakers, so I got up and left. Strange.
I ended up stopping at a place called Wing House
. It seemed to have beer and a lot of cars in front of it. Little did I know that Wing House is a clone of Hooters. And when I say clone, I mean, "developed from stem cells" or some shit, because Wing House had the following characteristics:
White, Black, and Orange colour scheme
GIrls in cleavage-revealing tank tops, shorts that more closely resemble diapers, and pantyhose (what the fuck is up with hooters girls wearing pantyhose with shorts and tennis shoes? that is easily the most bizarre uniform choice i have ever seen)
An emphasis on wings
Large, rectangular wooden bar
Calendars of waitresses available at the door
An entirely (ENTIRELY) male clientele
Now, I almost turned around and left once I realized the nature of this place. After all, I've gone on rants about Hooters many times. This is big time Hooters territory -- the first one is just down the road in Clearwater. I think their food sucks and their very nature objectifies women and is insulting. That having been said, I stayed at Wing House because I wanted a beer.
Then I realize there is one singular difference between Hooters and Wing House. Wing House has constant references to someone named Crawford Ker. I have no idea who this guy is, but apparently he played football for the Cowboys back in the 80's. I'm sure my father knows who he is. Anyway, you can buy items autographed by Crawford Ker for 11.99. I decided I would rather have something autographed by Steve Kerr for, oh, five bucks. Maybe.
As was, I ordered some wings -- hot -- and they turned out to be very, very good. Large wings, way better than Hooters'. The sauce was good. It wasn't BW3 quality, but it was good and the size of the wings made up for it. I got ten wings and a 32-ounce beer for 10 bucks and decided that was a pretty good deal. So I might actually go back, despite my feminist leanings telling me that I shouldn't.