Reading and getting money

I'm sitting in front of Kelly's. I got up from a nap just in time to get in an order for two IPAs and some wings before happy hour was done. Now I'm sitting on some steps out front reading the Bar Tab. The Bar Tab is a cheesy little square-shaped publication that is more for tourists and clowns than cool people like me. I belong with a Steinbeck at best, or at least a paperback of some sort. So I'm actually embarrassed when Melanie comes by and I'm reading an article in it. It was a good happenstance meeting though, because she tried to stop by the bike shop earlier, but I wasn't working today. She gave me $45 bucks that Eddie owed to me for looking at, or "fixing" or whatever, some of the pedicabs. I actually wouldn't accept a single cent from Eddie, but it was the pedicab shop's money - not his. Eddie just got me the gig of doing some work there. For what I did, $45 is a true mugging - but I feel fine about it because I've done way more than $45 worth of work on those tricycles since I got to this island.

Blitzed yet again

I'm either at Kelly's's happy hour running up a $65 tab, or I'm sitting in a circle of five or six people at Rob's. Both were around the same time, and I didn't keep track. The only definite thing is that I'm pretty blitzed. Super duper blitzed. but not as bad as the guy I saw through the window at Kelly's. Matt and I watched a young man in a white sleeveless shirt puking over a fence into someone's yard. His friend was yapping on the phone and couldn't walk very straight. Next happy hour - if or when it occurs - will have someone else paying the tab. Matt or Steve.

Happy Hour at Kelly's

I'm sitting with Matt, Steve & Dreamin at a table right outside the bar zone at Kelly's. $2 microbrews until 7pm. There's an IPA, a wheat, a red. I've started a tab and I've been sampling them all. Plus wings of various types. We've constructed a three story pyramid of glasses and taken pictures of ourselves to prove later how fun it was and what attractive worldly people we all are. Our spot is looking over the sidewalk. If you need beer in a nice but humble spot, drink it here under these trees. If the people who had the table before you leave some untouched wings, they're all yours - in spite of the look of surprise you may get from the lady at the next table. She agrees with this policy, however it surprises her to see you take advantage of someone else's excess flavorbird.

$2 IPA. This reminds me of eating (drinking) at Mr. Mike's Pizza in Burlington VT this past June. It became an instant pastime, along with morning coffee at Speeder and Earl's. Kelly's has a good thing going, and I'm happy to drink $2 IPA from a glass again.