Wednesday night is what you people call "Date Night" here at the Deluxe Duplex in the Sky. We usually fun the shit out of each other with a cheese-rich dinner and ample couch time, but last night we jumped at the opportunity to go out in public.
We took the bus downtown to a newish Finnish tapas bar. (It is a Norwegian cafe by day, that makes a magic transformation in flag-allegiance around 3 p.m. They hide all the lefse, and bring out the ... whatever it is Finnish people eat.)
We drank fancy neon-colored drinks like you would see in a futuristic sci/fi film where women wear primary colored skin tight body suits and have hair molded into the shape of a lawn ornament. Mine was called a Violetta, and was a swampy color of green with an orange-wrapped cherry staring up at me. It was the greatest liquid I have ever consumed in my life: Anise-flavored liqueur and a bunch of other things I don't hate. Chuck's was a boozier drink, a translucent shade of tangerine. I thought it had a nip of brown sugar in it.
"This tastes like trouble," he said.
We also had a square of peppered salmon served with caviar and a dill sauce on the side, and two rectangles of baked halloumi cheese. So good.
From there we took another bus to the North Star, a bar in the West End. There among the thugs, thieves, and environmentally conscious at the transit center, we saw our friend Frenchy, about to board a bus away from the fun.
"Come with us to the bar!" We yelled. And an instant later, he, too, was cruising toward $6 beer night and karaoke.
Chuck Twittered this, but didn't get a response: Does $6 all-you-can-drink beer night exist outside of Duluth? Like in a major Metro area? Or are we the luckiest, PBR-reeking assholes in all the land?
I tried to sing "Holding Out For a Hero," but two lines into the song, the screen went blank and I panicked. I stuttered and stammered.
"Focus," the Yoda-esque Thespian, our friend and the DJ, said.
And he was right. I took a deep breath and tried to go from memory. Unfortunately, that only worked for about two more lines of the song, and I was donezo.
Chuck sang "In The Air Tonight." Awesome.
I took care of the air-drum solo.
Then we were whisked away to Quinlan's for last call. Our cab driver got into a drag race with another cabbie, and I was bouncing all over the back seat. It was truly spectacular.
We came home and danced around to a Patty Smith record. At the time it sounded really good. I'll have to re-investigate that to be sure I didn't have on ear-googles.
Unfortunately, neither of us drank enough to paint "Sweet Pickles" on the side of this bus. That is my only regret.
6 comments:
you two have the best date nights, i swear.
if $6 all you can drink beer night existed in el norte, i would have a very beery dave on my hands. so while you can color me envious, you can also color me thankful.
Hmm.... I may have to write about the Dutch Tavern and take some pictures. They have PBR on tap there. But they also have some keegan ales and Saranac beers, so I've never tried Pabst.
truly an amazing deal at $6. and with the most-entertaining karaoke-DJ ever.
sweet pickles NEEDS to be on the side of that bus.
$6 all you can drink for the WHOLE night?
That almost makes moving to Duluth a possibility.
Plum's Bar, Randolph and Snelling, Saint Paul. Thursday nights. But only if you love frat boys.
You sure spend a lot of time on the bus
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