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.