Sunday, May 22, 2005
Just Another Summer on the Hill
When the ex-boyfriend's best friend looks right threw you in an empty bar and immediately extends a fist pound to your new boyfriend bartender, it hits you that you have no reason existing in a stark Beacon Hill Pub on a Tuesday evening.
Certain places have the great capacity to suck one in. Beacon Hill Pub is one of them. Empty or packed, there are always new friends, old friends, strangers about to become friends. Drinks to be had, and hovering over the dingy toilets in this divey establishment.
Recently re-named as "Blackout Pub", BHP has served as a safety net for all things underage. I am now legal to drink and officially a resident of Massachusetts. I no longer pose as Melanie Schechter, the jewish girl from Long Island. However, I still manage to crave the craziness, and comfort that is The Pub.
My relationships mirror those of the bars in which we attend. Only people i ooze with confidence around see me with my face on get to spoil me with the Pravda rejects at Gypsy Bar. Comfort is where the people who know me best, allow me to kick their ass seven times a night at Hoop Fever, at the hole in the wall on the dodgy end of Charles Street.
" Hey, did you just score a 58 "
" yeah, its not something I brag about to often"
" I played semi-pro basketball and my high score is 55 "
" Thats funny, but I have a friend that tells all new ladies he meets in divebars that he is a semi-pro football player. He really is on the Merrill Lynch flag football league."
" Point taken, play you for a beer? "
Certain places have the great capacity to suck one in. Beacon Hill Pub is one of them. Empty or packed, there are always new friends, old friends, strangers about to become friends. Drinks to be had, and hovering over the dingy toilets in this divey establishment.
Recently re-named as "Blackout Pub", BHP has served as a safety net for all things underage. I am now legal to drink and officially a resident of Massachusetts. I no longer pose as Melanie Schechter, the jewish girl from Long Island. However, I still manage to crave the craziness, and comfort that is The Pub.
My relationships mirror those of the bars in which we attend. Only people i ooze with confidence around see me with my face on get to spoil me with the Pravda rejects at Gypsy Bar. Comfort is where the people who know me best, allow me to kick their ass seven times a night at Hoop Fever, at the hole in the wall on the dodgy end of Charles Street.
" Hey, did you just score a 58 "
" yeah, its not something I brag about to often"
" I played semi-pro basketball and my high score is 55 "
" Thats funny, but I have a friend that tells all new ladies he meets in divebars that he is a semi-pro football player. He really is on the Merrill Lynch flag football league."
" Point taken, play you for a beer? "
// posted by .elle. @ 5:14 PM 
