AK bars
what should have been an uneventful Thursday night actually turned into an adventure.
Last night i got a call from Shane, a buddy of mine i met through the Broken Mammoth project last year, to help celebrate the last night of his 20's.
I don't know downtown that well, so we met up at Darwin's Theory. My second time being there.
Just before I had got there, i noticed the bartender throw out a specific person, and then the rest of that person's group with them. They were a rowdy bunch and hung outside the bar for a while before they decided to move on. As they passed me, the guy who originally got kicked out walks up behind me as he cross paths. He gives me a flat-footed kick to the ass and immediately turns around to run away but finds a large, metal (possibly electrical) box in his way and eats a face-full of metal. This fully knocks him down. Although earlier, the fighting he was doing with his friends didn't seem to have him look so sure-footed.
The crowd crossed the street, almost egging on cars to run them over. They went over to a nearby park and decided yelling at traffic was the best way to spend their night for the timebeing. Cars stop, profanities were exchanged, but no one really bothered to call out the bunch of retards.
Eventually after kicking one of their own into a cement planter and breaking a few bottles, they decided to move on.
Shane showed up and i started my night.
We had a few beers at Darwin. The last one we downed in about 2 minutes in preperation to keep us going for our travels to the next bar.
We went to pay and Shane told the bartender it was his birthday. so she took one beer off our tab and gave us each a business-card-looking piece of paper that gives us a free drink the next time we come in. Gotta love the local dive bars. If it had a pool table, this one would have really looked like the beloved Rav Tav back in Seattle.
next on our stops, Shane decided that to fully be integrated into the Anchorage bar scene, I'd have to see a 'native' bar. This is a bar that is Native American owned and 95% of the patrons are also native. The bar had a different feel to it. kinda run down, but the drinks were stiff, so i couldn't complain. Shane mandated that we were only to have one drink there, then we could move on.
From there we wandered around town til we came to a house that was converted into a bar with a few extensions to fulfill its growing needs. This place was pretty swanky inside and actually had beer on tap (the other two bars didn't). Shane said there used to be croquet in the yard, but that had recently been cemented over so outdoor seating could be arranged. They also had many outdoor pool tables and a fountain with a giant metal fish statue.
They had covered areas with heat lamps. Maybe the pool tables are kept out there year round.
I guess we'll see.
Shane wanted to continue on our journey across town to a bar on Spenard where it's said that you'll most likely end up in a fight if you go. I wasn't really in the fighting mood (since i'd already literally gotten my ass kicked) so we just went back to his place and listened to some music. His house was built in the 40s and has the appliances that fill you in on this fact. It was a cool place, however, with a bit of character. On the floor by the tv was half a stuffed bear. His name was Harry and was stuffed in a position where his claws are rearing up toward you. Seemed weird for him to be on the floor like that, but I'm sure it would have been even more weird with him on the wall.
Eventually I had to call it a night and came home to talk with Jemma some. She too had an equally exciting night.
We both passed out talking to each other on the phone.
Good times.
Last night i got a call from Shane, a buddy of mine i met through the Broken Mammoth project last year, to help celebrate the last night of his 20's.
I don't know downtown that well, so we met up at Darwin's Theory. My second time being there.
Just before I had got there, i noticed the bartender throw out a specific person, and then the rest of that person's group with them. They were a rowdy bunch and hung outside the bar for a while before they decided to move on. As they passed me, the guy who originally got kicked out walks up behind me as he cross paths. He gives me a flat-footed kick to the ass and immediately turns around to run away but finds a large, metal (possibly electrical) box in his way and eats a face-full of metal. This fully knocks him down. Although earlier, the fighting he was doing with his friends didn't seem to have him look so sure-footed.
The crowd crossed the street, almost egging on cars to run them over. They went over to a nearby park and decided yelling at traffic was the best way to spend their night for the timebeing. Cars stop, profanities were exchanged, but no one really bothered to call out the bunch of retards.
Eventually after kicking one of their own into a cement planter and breaking a few bottles, they decided to move on.
Shane showed up and i started my night.
We had a few beers at Darwin. The last one we downed in about 2 minutes in preperation to keep us going for our travels to the next bar.
We went to pay and Shane told the bartender it was his birthday. so she took one beer off our tab and gave us each a business-card-looking piece of paper that gives us a free drink the next time we come in. Gotta love the local dive bars. If it had a pool table, this one would have really looked like the beloved Rav Tav back in Seattle.
next on our stops, Shane decided that to fully be integrated into the Anchorage bar scene, I'd have to see a 'native' bar. This is a bar that is Native American owned and 95% of the patrons are also native. The bar had a different feel to it. kinda run down, but the drinks were stiff, so i couldn't complain. Shane mandated that we were only to have one drink there, then we could move on.
From there we wandered around town til we came to a house that was converted into a bar with a few extensions to fulfill its growing needs. This place was pretty swanky inside and actually had beer on tap (the other two bars didn't). Shane said there used to be croquet in the yard, but that had recently been cemented over so outdoor seating could be arranged. They also had many outdoor pool tables and a fountain with a giant metal fish statue.
They had covered areas with heat lamps. Maybe the pool tables are kept out there year round.
I guess we'll see.
Shane wanted to continue on our journey across town to a bar on Spenard where it's said that you'll most likely end up in a fight if you go. I wasn't really in the fighting mood (since i'd already literally gotten my ass kicked) so we just went back to his place and listened to some music. His house was built in the 40s and has the appliances that fill you in on this fact. It was a cool place, however, with a bit of character. On the floor by the tv was half a stuffed bear. His name was Harry and was stuffed in a position where his claws are rearing up toward you. Seemed weird for him to be on the floor like that, but I'm sure it would have been even more weird with him on the wall.
Eventually I had to call it a night and came home to talk with Jemma some. She too had an equally exciting night.
We both passed out talking to each other on the phone.
Good times.
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