Week Two: Billy's Frosted Mug
This was kind of a slow week at Bar Tuesdays. We didn't realize that Billy's was a sporty type of bar and there was a Red Sox/Yankees game on that night so the TVs were all blaring the game quite loudly and there were a bunch of guys all sitting there transfixed by the game. I told Paul that we would probably get beaten if we dared play the jukebox. I also didn't want to take pictures while we were sitting at the bar itself because I didn't want to distract everyone with the flash. Wah waah. The only weird things behind the bar that I wanted to take pictures of were a random giant fax machine and this hanging oval glass case that had some sort of winter scene in it with a little horse and carriage. It was right up close to the ceiling so I couldn't see all of what was going on, but I turned to Paul and asked, "What is up in that, St. Elsewhere?" Crickets. Ah, youth. For those of you that are Paul's age and weren't even alive then, St. Elsewhere was a TV show that took place at a hospital and it starred William Daniels, or as I like to call him, "The Voice of KITT." If you don't get that one, I want to cry. It also featured Howie Mandel in a dramatic role which I still don't really get. ANYWAY - the whole weird thing about the TV show was the last episode which revealed that the entire series took place inside of a snowglobe owned by an autistic boy. Right? And you thought you were disappointed by the Seinfeld finale. A SNOWGLOBE.
Anyway, back to the bar. I did ask the bartender if they got a lot of faxes, and he just looked over at the fax machine and answered, "Not too many anymore." Okay, then. Sadly, since I didn't take too many pictures I missed out on capturing David's mom, who was visiting from South Carolina and decided to make a Bar Tuesday stop during her trip. She came along with David and Michael, who went straight for the Keno slips in true Bar Tuesday fashion. At that time, I was locked in a tight Buzztime trivia battle with Paul, Brent and Bar Tuesday newcomer Rob.
It was all looking good going into the final showdown round, which is like final jeopardy, and then we got the category "Inventive People." Fantastic. I got the question right, but someone wagered more than me, leading to this:
Well played, Paulielicious. Here's how it all shook out at the end:
In addition to the trivia, the bar also had the ubiquitous playmaker at the end of the bar as well as an old favorite that we haven't seen in a while:
That picture is for our old pal Randy. We miss you, buddy.
(Speaking of Randy, he was up from Louisiana for a visit Memorial Day weekend and Paul and I were out with him one late afternoon and we decided to stop by one of our Season One bars for a quick drink. Sadly, the bar was closed when we got there so we just went down the street to...Hooters. I still have no idea why. Me, a gay and an everyone think is gay but isn't but feels bad for the girls. It made PERFECT sense. People, it was disgusting, and not for the Hooters factor. The place itself was just dirty - it was filthier than many of the dive bars we've gone to. Also, it REEKED of dirty ocean air. It was so nasty. And I'm only telling you all of this because Paul will love that I told the story about one of the waitresses walking by and saying, "Wow, it really smells like seafood," and one of us replying under our breath, "Then close your legs." I won't say which one said it, but we really are a classy bunch.)
Where were we? Wow, this recap is all over the place, isn't it? Tangent City up in here. The dirty Hooters story is actually a perfect segueway into the bathroom report for Billy's. When I arrived at the Frosted Mug, I was a resident of Have-To-Peetown, USA so I made my way to the ladies room after I ordered my drink and put my stuff down. When I walked into the bathroom, I was startled and let out an, "oh!" You'd think it would be the dirty sick or lack of paper towels that stopped me:
But no, it was the step-up to the toilet stalls:
WITH NO DOORS. Curtains? Really? Am I in a dressing room? People can't knock on those to see if someone's in there. What if someone doesn't see my feet due to the platform and the long curtains and just decides to whip the curtain open? I would be defenseless! (I have a long history of people walking in on me in the bathroom and am appropriately scarred from it.) The main door to the bathroom seemed to have a lock on it, but it didn't look trustworthy at all so I just ran in and held the curtain with one hand while I tried to pee as fast as I could. Of course, this was after I had to take paper out of the stall with the clogged toilet to pee in the one with no toilet paper. Ah, dive bar bathrooms - gotta love it. Paul ventured into the mens room later and reported that it was the same setup with the stalls except that there were no curtains. Good lord.
On the plus side, the bar did have computer chairs instead of stools:
That was fun to swivel and roll around in those at the bar. And they certainly beat the stools that were at the high top tables in the pool/dart room:
Now there are some Bar Tuesday seats. Even so, the bar fell kind of flat for us - it had a few interesting aspects, but nothing spectacular. Paul had been there one time before and there was a dog behind the bar, so we were hoping for something fun like that, but all we got was a Red Sox game and some die-hard fans. Cue the Price is Right horns of defeat.
Next week: we have a week off, but then we'll be back with all new bars, including one that is a barn. Oh, yes. See you then!
This was kind of a slow week at Bar Tuesdays. We didn't realize that Billy's was a sporty type of bar and there was a Red Sox/Yankees game on that night so the TVs were all blaring the game quite loudly and there were a bunch of guys all sitting there transfixed by the game. I told Paul that we would probably get beaten if we dared play the jukebox. I also didn't want to take pictures while we were sitting at the bar itself because I didn't want to distract everyone with the flash. Wah waah. The only weird things behind the bar that I wanted to take pictures of were a random giant fax machine and this hanging oval glass case that had some sort of winter scene in it with a little horse and carriage. It was right up close to the ceiling so I couldn't see all of what was going on, but I turned to Paul and asked, "What is up in that, St. Elsewhere?" Crickets. Ah, youth. For those of you that are Paul's age and weren't even alive then, St. Elsewhere was a TV show that took place at a hospital and it starred William Daniels, or as I like to call him, "The Voice of KITT." If you don't get that one, I want to cry. It also featured Howie Mandel in a dramatic role which I still don't really get. ANYWAY - the whole weird thing about the TV show was the last episode which revealed that the entire series took place inside of a snowglobe owned by an autistic boy. Right? And you thought you were disappointed by the Seinfeld finale. A SNOWGLOBE.
Anyway, back to the bar. I did ask the bartender if they got a lot of faxes, and he just looked over at the fax machine and answered, "Not too many anymore." Okay, then. Sadly, since I didn't take too many pictures I missed out on capturing David's mom, who was visiting from South Carolina and decided to make a Bar Tuesday stop during her trip. She came along with David and Michael, who went straight for the Keno slips in true Bar Tuesday fashion. At that time, I was locked in a tight Buzztime trivia battle with Paul, Brent and Bar Tuesday newcomer Rob.
It was all looking good going into the final showdown round, which is like final jeopardy, and then we got the category "Inventive People." Fantastic. I got the question right, but someone wagered more than me, leading to this:
Well played, Paulielicious. Here's how it all shook out at the end:
In addition to the trivia, the bar also had the ubiquitous playmaker at the end of the bar as well as an old favorite that we haven't seen in a while:
That picture is for our old pal Randy. We miss you, buddy.
(Speaking of Randy, he was up from Louisiana for a visit Memorial Day weekend and Paul and I were out with him one late afternoon and we decided to stop by one of our Season One bars for a quick drink. Sadly, the bar was closed when we got there so we just went down the street to...Hooters. I still have no idea why. Me, a gay and an everyone think is gay but isn't but feels bad for the girls. It made PERFECT sense. People, it was disgusting, and not for the Hooters factor. The place itself was just dirty - it was filthier than many of the dive bars we've gone to. Also, it REEKED of dirty ocean air. It was so nasty. And I'm only telling you all of this because Paul will love that I told the story about one of the waitresses walking by and saying, "Wow, it really smells like seafood," and one of us replying under our breath, "Then close your legs." I won't say which one said it, but we really are a classy bunch.)
Where were we? Wow, this recap is all over the place, isn't it? Tangent City up in here. The dirty Hooters story is actually a perfect segueway into the bathroom report for Billy's. When I arrived at the Frosted Mug, I was a resident of Have-To-Peetown, USA so I made my way to the ladies room after I ordered my drink and put my stuff down. When I walked into the bathroom, I was startled and let out an, "oh!" You'd think it would be the dirty sick or lack of paper towels that stopped me:
But no, it was the step-up to the toilet stalls:
WITH NO DOORS. Curtains? Really? Am I in a dressing room? People can't knock on those to see if someone's in there. What if someone doesn't see my feet due to the platform and the long curtains and just decides to whip the curtain open? I would be defenseless! (I have a long history of people walking in on me in the bathroom and am appropriately scarred from it.) The main door to the bathroom seemed to have a lock on it, but it didn't look trustworthy at all so I just ran in and held the curtain with one hand while I tried to pee as fast as I could. Of course, this was after I had to take paper out of the stall with the clogged toilet to pee in the one with no toilet paper. Ah, dive bar bathrooms - gotta love it. Paul ventured into the mens room later and reported that it was the same setup with the stalls except that there were no curtains. Good lord.
On the plus side, the bar did have computer chairs instead of stools:
That was fun to swivel and roll around in those at the bar. And they certainly beat the stools that were at the high top tables in the pool/dart room:
Now there are some Bar Tuesday seats. Even so, the bar fell kind of flat for us - it had a few interesting aspects, but nothing spectacular. Paul had been there one time before and there was a dog behind the bar, so we were hoping for something fun like that, but all we got was a Red Sox game and some die-hard fans. Cue the Price is Right horns of defeat.
Next week: we have a week off, but then we'll be back with all new bars, including one that is a barn. Oh, yes. See you then!
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