A Full Bar of People

Showing my California ID to the bouncer, I walk into the bar, and see not a ton has changed, as the sounds of people talking, billiard bills going into pockets, and drinks being served quickly grow louder, as the door to the bar closes behind me.

Even after a decade, I can easily remember the layout of the bar, as I look over things. A dozen pool tables toward the back, the stairs up to the 'dance floor' where a shitty DJ spun their tunes (or I guess in 2019, plugged an iPhone in and brought up his playlist) throughout the night, the patio out the back door, and of course, the two bars.

After deciding to bail on the reunion, the next thing to decide was where to head next.

It was probably too early for the dance floor, so that was out, but on the other hand, there might be a few seats empty on the patio, where I could sit down and clear my head for a moment, and figure out what the hell I was going to do with the rest of this weekend.

I could also just walk over to one of the two bars, and get a drink, then see where the rest of my evening took me. Of course, depending on how completely wasted I wanted to actually get tonight.

Finally, I could find an empty pool table, or bother somebody else, and see if they were happy to let me join them.