Weekday Transformation

Never the thought the suburbs would invade my favorite bar, but due to more than my recent transient nature of late at this particular establishment, it should be no surprize that management in its post World Cup financial windfall could take a few chances in reinventing the tavern without fear of clearing a profit this fiscal year. First of all, I never really spend too many nights in this place, tends to be during the afternoon or early morning, both times where the 8pm to 12am crowd has already cleared out for the night leaving the counter top vacant for the locals who quietly bide their time waiting for the Karoke singers, trivia participants, and college kids to vacate the premises. Things calm down a bit, the pop music gets turned off and the cool hipster rock replaces it, conversation turns to international football, England, along with the relavtive down turn of the bar itself, as one by one all of our favorite serves leave for other occupations leaving us drunkies in the lurch.

Still, while sitting here in the moment on a barstool watching indistinctive twenty somethings throw darts or gather in small circles commenting on how much they like the Fiona Apple song, another unmemorable karoke singer does their best off key rendition of a muted melody vaguely resembling the original. What is the purpose of these types lip syncing to cds on a terrible tin can mono soundsystem, a resonance that takes me back to the early days of AM radio with spontaneous speaker feedback included to shock the patrons out of their defensive minded protective coma, Pavlovian dogs never had it this hard. My time at this pub is quickly coming to a close. Friday afternoon should be much better. The England national soccer team has a qualifying game for the Euro 2012, which will offer up a crowd with whom I much more familiar with, not this one tonight who just seem deseparte for something to do, as an alternative to watching television, while pretending to have a microcosm of a social life, Vegas might be partially to blame, there are not too many local spots that do not already follow this well practiced formula of karoke, trivia night, mash up dj, and resident cover band who can test the patience of even the most peace loving saint, what?, a charge at the door for this garbage, why not just put the jukebox back on, at least we have a choice on what we want to hear.