Saturday, August 22, 2009

A party that not even I would want to go to...

We had brunch at the Triple Rock Social Club this morning, the sort of place where our usual waitress has a fully tattooed face, and the regulars at the bar are drinking shots of whiskey at 10:00 AM and looking like they haven't slept or bathed since 1986. I love this place. The portions are huge, the bloodies are strong and cheap, they have an actual jukebox loaded with everything from Black Flag to Otis Redding, and they always get my cheesy potatoes just right.

I was walking to the restroom (dimly lit, painted black, covered with graffiti, sometimes there are doors on the stalls, sometimes not) when I overheard the following snippet of a conversation taking place at the bar:

"...Man, there was blood and vomit everywhere..."

Oh, to be young and reckless again.

Yeah...maybe not.

Whoop it up tonight, my little monkeys, whoop it up hard. Just try and keep the important fluids in you, not out.

XO

20 comments:

Lollie said...

"...Man, there was blood and vomit everywhere..."

followed by

"...and then he tattooed the other side of her face."

l'ananas said...

strong and cheap bloodies? take me there. i can deal with the blood & vomit stories under the above mentioned circumstances.

WendyB said...

Sounds like a regular day at my house.

180|360 said...

you had me at tatted faces.

T.J. said...

At least there wasn't any bile.

Or was there?

SkylersDad said...

Blood and vomit are natures way of saying you might just be partying a tad too hard...

The Grand ChaHee said...

Yes, young and careless... but FYI vommit is never fun

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

You live in the edge girl. And that's why we all love you so much.

erin said...

A long time ago...
I walked in on two girls giving the bartender a blowjob...well one was giving him the blowjob and one was just rubbing blablabla...
anyways...they all looked at me and then just kept on keeping on. They weren't even in a stall! And it was only like 11pm...

Imnotbenny said...

I think I'm getting my partying all wrong- there's never blood OR vomit anymore.

TheHermanator said...

Forget the dark hallway, forget the black-walled restroom, I would need 2 or 3 bloodies just to get over the waitresses freaky face !! What does the ink look like if she stands on her head ??

Word Verification = "bulibro"
Definition = bu-libro; a scary book written in Latin-Eubonics.

Renaissance Woman said...

I love a great party...but draw the line at vomit...and blood???? Party on!

Gwen said...

I refuse to go to parties these days unless I am guaranteed blood and vomit.

Targa said...

Heyyyyy.... Is that my driver's license picture? How'd you get that?

Suze said...

Wow, I hope that wasn't my mom in the stall talking about my dinner the night before. Now I'm going to have to hurt her.

Anonymous said...

Have you ever been to the Joint in Mpls?
http://www.thejointbar.com/pages/kitchen.html
This biker bar has the best Bloody Mary "hangover" breakfasts ever. They also have an awesome tent structure over their outdoor patio BBQ too. It's attached to the Cabooze and next-door to the Whiskey Junction. Best bands that play at the Whiskey and/or the Cabooze: Jack Knife and the Sharps. Try it out sometime if you like the Triple Rock.
~ Renata1967

Keith said...

Just the kind of place where you could probably find a serving of them blue waffle vaginas ../

Bubs said...

I love conversations like that. I am frequently engaged in ones very much like the one you overheard.

Mommy Lisa said...

I am not sure I could eat after that...unless I asked if that were at the Triple Rock or somewhere else?

feisty said...

Sounds like my house....fluids and spit-up and juice-coming-out-of-people.

a breastfeeding mom is a lot like the Triple Rock.