Beware: Pickpockets and Loose Women

Last night I had a dream.

This falcon was being abused so I took it unto my care. I guess he liked me so he would hang out with me and such. When he would fly around, I would hold out my arm like a falconer so he could make his approach and land. This Falcon was special, since he was often drunk, he would miss my arm and hit the ground with such force that it would cause him to tumble on the ground. I would then pick up and dust him off a bit. In this dream I also had a horse, but since my dream didnt' allow for horse trailers past act I, I never actually saw it again. There was a lot of other things going on, all crazy no doubt, I just can't remember them.

Yesterday I went out to a bar - The Black Swan. My apartment was unbarably hot and I just couldn't take it anymore. I wanted a pint of guiness and this place is a good place to go to get one. It has wooden ceilings and floors. Oak bar and very little natural light. It has cool signs everywhere. I like cool signs. Sings like Beware: pickpockets and loose woman, many signs in Cyrilic, signs about Catholic propoganda and the Irish national movement. It's very hole in the wallish. This is also where most of the students from Bard hang out.

Well, I get there around quarter after 10 and I am the only one in there, along with my bartender. A girl about my age from New Jersey. I'd met her before, she's nice. her name is Kaitey

After an hour or so goes by three people come in. Armed with a scrable board, they retriet to a back corner for some heavy scrable action. A little bit passes and a gay couple comes in with their dog, a Choclate lab. Beautiful dog I should add. He was very licky but I didnt' mind because the size of his tongue is managable unlike some other dogs



That's a lot of tongue, and not the good kind either.

Back on topic.

So, three girls roll in. Two sisters and the stepmother. The step mom swears more then me, which is not usually a good sign. She also kept asking me why I don't get in their conversation. They all had a Ronkonkma accent. Words like ball, water, word, car become to these people bool, woota, woyd, cah. Elvis was on also. She felt compelled to sing along and asked me to sing along. She didn't have a full set of choppers and you could see the missing ones when she sang, not wholly unlike that of a baying dog on the hunt.

Before I get ahead, picture the scene in your head what we have. Got it? Good.

The two daughters, who are both nice people I should add, are both, I'm not sure how to say it politly, trailor trash. The first has died black hair about shoulder length, tattooes in various places, black makeup of course, and a few other things. She is the better looking of the two. I won't describe the other woman since it would just end up being rude.

The first girl goes to call her boy friend. All three are expecting him to pop the question practically any day and they were just talking and talking about it the whole time before he came. Mind you, they are still dragging me into their conversations.

I'm generally a quite person and I like to keep to myself normally. I won't be rude to people, but I don't visit well with people whom I don't know already. Here's a good time for a nice side story.

I was at my other bar few months back, this one much closer but it is a blue coller bar, drinking a bud light and watching the Yankees game. This guy looks right at me half way down the bar and says "Hey buddy". I'm mid way down the bar so I naturally assume he's talking to one of the three or four people further down the bar. He orders a drink and I overhear him saying something to the waiter like "that asshole just ignored me". So he says it again. I look around, then again back at him and say "you talking to me". Ok, you got to keep this in perspective because this is New York and we get a lot of that wise guy Brooklyn attitude up here. He says "Yeah, who think I was talkin' to. What, you think i'm some kind of asshole?" Of course, we were bullshitting about whatevor in no time flat, but that's just me. I'm not big on talking with people I don't know.

Back to the trailor park. They tell the story about how this guys car blew up in a fiery inferno earlier that day. I guess he lent it to a friend and he's known for blowing up cars in fiery inferno's. How many car's have you blown every in your life? Would you lend someone, who has a known history of accidently blowing up cars, your car? I didn't think so. He did mention he was able to recover his frisbee. I can see the value in that honestly. It's hard to get a good frisbee which fits your hand nicely.

So, a few more people start showing up in the bar. A couple good looking girls and a couple guys. One thing I enjoy doing is watching guys try to pick up woman. You can learn a lot about a person just watching their body language. No one got picked up that night. They got a polite smile and a wave and was all.

This is fairly common for one night at the Swan. Leave reality at the door steps, because you won't find it inside and by God, it sure isn't welcome either.

On that note, it's time for a jog. Have a nice day.