It took a little convincing for the regulars at Earl’s to believe that we were from The Stranger. In their defense, S.E.C.B. was taking down notes on a soiled Dick’s napkin found, soaked in beer, on the bar.
Tim, whose recent stint in Washington State goes back to 1989, tells us that he is “hopeful.”
For what?
“A filibuster-fuckin’-proof Congress.”
A conversation on infixes ensues with help from the bartender: “abso-fuckin-lutely.”
“Gregoire is the lesser of two evils,” Tim says, taking a sip from his drink. “But, everyone is over there in Medina and the Eastside just hoping for something, even if they only win east of the mountains. Hoping for Reichert.”
“Left-hart,” a fellow drinker quips.
There are several well-placed televisions in Earl’s. Though designed to facilitate the viewing of sporting events, S.E.C.B. can think of no reason that the entire U-fucking-District population shouldn’t descend on Earl’s tonight to watch the election returns.
Everyone claps as CNN projects Maine, New Jersey, Delaware, Maryland, Washington D.C. and Illinois for Obama. In lieu of a successful local team, sports fans can cheer for the Democrats.
10 wings and a pitcher of PBR is only 8 bucks. Sounds like a feast. A feast for victory.
i don’t think it’s the same location, but when Earl’s was (north of 45th? 50th? the Polish barmaid?) we shared a joint over a game of 9-ball. i was so giddy/paranoid about such an open display of public affection.
ok, enuff memories… have a nice week. Veteran’s Day camping weekend on the herizon!!