Bands, Beers and Old Boyfriends
By agnosticnun
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Bands, beers and old boyfriends don’t mix.
It’s good beer though, malty and brown
And it’s only the heat of alcohol going down,
That makes me feel warm. Right. Old habits die hard.
The music’s raucous blues and the battered wood of the bar
Digs into my elbows.
His eyes say, I know you. They say, you trust me.
Those eyes lie.
I see only my reflection,
I'm sitting here alone.
But with him I remember feeling home.
Maybe it’s the greasy cheese pierogies
The way they always use too much bacon
That keeps me coming back here.
Or maybe it’s the beer, after all.
But bands, beers and old boyfriends
Don’t mix.
Photo (c) the author.
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Nice IP response!
Nice IP response!
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It looks as if the good beer
It looks as if the good beer is the only attractive proposition and that the combination of raucous music, ex (lying) boyfriends and greasy - too salty - cheesy snacks is off-putting and to be avoided.
But, as you say, habits die hard and it is difficult to change routine.
Cheers.
Luigi x
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Thrashed
Thrashed. Glad that life is behind me, only the first half-an-hour is so that pleasant that warm feeling of companionship and cameraderie happy chatting laughter and that. That elusive feeling of belonging. The girls all are beautiful. Well and then the rest is horrible. A rather expensive way to get miserable. And risky.
You go through three stages, first you become attractive (beautiful, check the mirror!) then intelligent (clever/wise); and then you get beaten up (thrashed).
Don't miss any of it, and as for old girlfriends, or new, drinking buddies, meet in a bar, marry in church and divorce in court. I would rather start in church and skip the drinking part and the court.
Thanks Kirstin, for the trip down memory lane!
Tom Brown
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stages of a night out
Yes, you get beautiful, you get clever, you get funny, you get strong, you get a hiding.
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