I don’t know what I was thinking except to reason that I wasn’t thinking at all.
It was a Sunday afternoon and I was wondering around Pacific Beach, the “hey dude” beach town in San Diego, looking for a party. The usual suspects – Lahaina Beach House, Hideaway, 710 Beach Club – were modestly busy but I was seeking something more lively.
I found it at a bar I don’t frequent all that much for some reason (okay, I am having fun at the other places), PB Local. It was the Sunday of the NFL Playoffs and PB Local is a Buffalo Bills bar. The place was full enough of those fans but there was more happening; lots of those beautiful PB locals were in there, too. More were wanting to go in, for there was a line down the block to get into the place. As I surveyed the situation, a group of six – six! – sexy girls hollered at me to get my attention. I had taken a photo of the scene and they wanted me to take their picture.
Which I quickly obliged and you would have too, had you seen them. My immediate instinct was to get in line behind them but I figured if girls that good looking had to wait, what chance did I have to get in the bar?
Now here’s the strange thing. I went back an hour or so later and there was a very short line that was moving. I was to the front in seconds ready to walk in, and that is when I did something that was a mistake. I balked at paying a $5 cover charge. I would’t pay five bucks!
I don’t know what came over me; the game was over but the bar was still busy. So I wandered around a bit, not finding anything and then eventually called it a day and retreated home. I was so disappointed in myself, I couldn’t stand it. Rather than rectify the situation by going back, I let the stubborn Leo get the best of me.
On the upside, I do recognize and acknowledge my mistake. I can’t say I won’t do something equally as dumb again but hopefully my bar instincts will better serve me in similar circumstances.
Cheers!
This is a column written by a human and not AI or ChatGTP.
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