So I am here having my deep thoughts, but I don't completely tune out and so I will give you a rundown of what's going on in the bar. We will do this clock-style because I always wants to be a fighter pilot because I saw Top Gun when I was too young to know that it is basically the best American soft-core gay porn ever made.
Anyway ...
At my 1 o'clock is a young couple that is t going to last. She is decked out to the nines for a dinner taken in the bar and he is wearing black gym shorts with white stripes which match his sandles. He also has one if those weird cowlick things going on. Now to be clear, I'm not saying that they don't have a future. I'm not saying that they won't get married and have kids and buy a house and get fat together. When I say theyre not going to work out, I just mean that they won't be happy.
At my 3 o'clock is a couple that is either on a terrible first date or who have been together for more time than they had things to talk about. I LITERALLY don't thing they have spoken to each other the whole time I have been here. Makes me think of the lovely and talented Kate Winslet in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind when she talks about the dead people.
At my 6 is a table full of college kids dressed like hoodrats but hoodrats don't drink here, so they're just kids who didn't have to move home when the semester ended. They're loud but harmless.
At my 8 o'clock are some bros. They look like BMW bros, as opposed to pop-Christian mega church bros (BIG difference, but that's for another time), so basically they're human equivant of annoying insects.
At my 9 o'clock is - surprisingly - a middle aged Indian couple. He looks like my childhood pediatrician Dr. Patel (I'm not being racist here, he actually does look like Dr. Patel, who I have a deep and abiding love for, BTW, and wish I could still to to) and she is wearing one of those "traditional" sari type things.
I would tell you more, but I think they're closing the bar and kicking me ...
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