Another warm and sunny day. Good for hitting the hardware store and the post office. Nothing planned for the day. All was well until my phone rang. It was Gus Gustave Gustaverson. The previous night when I got back to Scotts I told him I ran into Gus, yet he called and said we had to get together and have a beer before I left town. Okay, Flag Brew, half an hour. (It turns out I saw him at Flag when they wouldn't serve me.) Well Scott and I were feeling a little puny so he ordered a burger and a coke. I got ice water and wings to go. Then in walked Gus. I couldn't leave Flagstaff without having a Morphine Drip. Here we go again.
So Gus and I have a few Crustys and make plans to meet at Mias an hour later. Scott, Jill and I hit Mias and walk in to find Gus all gussied up Buffalo style. Scott and Jill split to celebrate her bday and Gus and I continue with our own festivities. It was closing in on the time for the BucketHead show so we were on our way. Ten steps down the sidewalk we see Falbo. "Hey man, you guys want a barley wine?" What kind of stupid question was that. We go to his car and he hands us a bomber of Stones Old Guardian, and down the road we went.
BucketHead was sold out so I spent a quiet evening by myself. My first stop was Flag Brew. If there are any owners/managers of FBC reading this I must say it was a sad sad night. I walked in to a bar full of riff raff and degenerates and of all things hip hop playing on the stereo. Even my Bagna Calda was poorly done, and thats a simple item. It seems as tho all the cool people that used to work there have moved on. There are a couple exceptions tho. The afternoon visit was tended to by the lovely Molly who had bluegrass playing, and a couple of the other girls were still serving. But man...
Form there it was the wine loft again followed by meeting up with Jill and Scott either at Uptown Billiards or Mias. Either way we wound up at both places. Then home to bed. Two nites down, one to go.
See, I can be mellow.
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