Let's Rock & Roll
Not sure why because I haven't heard it in some time, but C&C Music Factory's Gonna Make You Sweat is rolling through my head. I suppose that is better than Ms. New Booty by Bubba Sparxx. Right? Right?
Anyway, I rocked on my exam last night. Seriously. That post-test, can you believe it took three freaking hours, my hand is cramped from writing, my brain is numb from being dredged, my arse hurts from sitting, yeah it's finally over feeling overwhelmed my senses last night. In college, it would have been the cause of a night to the Ace Hi Tavern for $2 pitchers. The Ace was stumbling distance from my apartment - maybe 1.5 blocks down the hill. It was a favorite of CSM students and Coors personnel. Strange thing was that it was a Bud bar. And it had the best bloody mary's. It was and still is a dive, but it is awesome. The jukebox selection's include Johnny Horton's North to Alaska and Sink the Bismark, Patsy Cline's Walkin' After Midnight and Crazy, Johnny Cash's Daddy Sang Bass and Boy Named Sue, as well as Eagles, Simon and Garfunkel, Peter, Paul & Mary, Cat Stevens, among a myriad of other artists.
The bar was about 20 stools long. The stools were dark red vinyl, no backs. There were about 7 booths, one of those corner boths with the circular seats. A scratched up pool table was in the back near the toilets. A back entrance by the parking lot and alley was more popular than the
front entrance. I do not recall ever using the front entrance. There is a jar of pickled eggs on the counter. I think someone ate one on a dare once.
One senior received personal phone calls there. This is the age before cell phone proliferation and pollution. Going to the Ace meant escape. It meant you were guaranteed to have fun, drink bad beer at cheap prices, not have to drive home, likely hook up with your boyfriend / girlfriend later that night or hook up with a newbie love interest. The bikers and workers coexisted well with the nerd students. Never a fight between the groups.
The Ace is 126 years old - old for a state founded in 1876. It used to be the Golden Opera House. Can you just imagine dancing girls inside, a hitching post outside, tired and saddle sore cowbies hoping for a little post-cattle drive / gold mining fun? 100 years later, not much is different.
Not sure why because I haven't heard it in some time, but C&C Music Factory's Gonna Make You Sweat is rolling through my head. I suppose that is better than Ms. New Booty by Bubba Sparxx. Right? Right?
Anyway, I rocked on my exam last night. Seriously. That post-test, can you believe it took three freaking hours, my hand is cramped from writing, my brain is numb from being dredged, my arse hurts from sitting, yeah it's finally over feeling overwhelmed my senses last night. In college, it would have been the cause of a night to the Ace Hi Tavern for $2 pitchers. The Ace was stumbling distance from my apartment - maybe 1.5 blocks down the hill. It was a favorite of CSM students and Coors personnel. Strange thing was that it was a Bud bar. And it had the best bloody mary's. It was and still is a dive, but it is awesome. The jukebox selection's include Johnny Horton's North to Alaska and Sink the Bismark, Patsy Cline's Walkin' After Midnight and Crazy, Johnny Cash's Daddy Sang Bass and Boy Named Sue, as well as Eagles, Simon and Garfunkel, Peter, Paul & Mary, Cat Stevens, among a myriad of other artists.
The bar was about 20 stools long. The stools were dark red vinyl, no backs. There were about 7 booths, one of those corner boths with the circular seats. A scratched up pool table was in the back near the toilets. A back entrance by the parking lot and alley was more popular than the
front entrance. I do not recall ever using the front entrance. There is a jar of pickled eggs on the counter. I think someone ate one on a dare once.One senior received personal phone calls there. This is the age before cell phone proliferation and pollution. Going to the Ace meant escape. It meant you were guaranteed to have fun, drink bad beer at cheap prices, not have to drive home, likely hook up with your boyfriend / girlfriend later that night or hook up with a newbie love interest. The bikers and workers coexisted well with the nerd students. Never a fight between the groups.
The Ace is 126 years old - old for a state founded in 1876. It used to be the Golden Opera House. Can you just imagine dancing girls inside, a hitching post outside, tired and saddle sore cowbies hoping for a little post-cattle drive / gold mining fun? 100 years later, not much is different.
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OK, I've never been. Sounds like Bryan and I need to go!
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