After the hotel debacle, I finally was able to relax and focus on the show. Of course, we had to eat first and hadn’t had much luck. Turns out all that was off our exit was a gut wagon, two gas stations and yes, a Western Sizzlin.
I was actually impressed, between this and the Village Inn pizza I saw earlier, this trip was the land of lost restaurants. If only Burger Chef would pop up, my life would be complete. I ate the buffet and felt the years dropping off my life as brown gravy and watered down blue cheese dressing attacked my swollen arteries. Nothing like a light meal before showtime.
I drove over to the show and walked in. I was greeted with a message – “Groupon didn’t run the ad. It’s probably going to be light tonight.” Ah, more good news. The club was pretty cool – it was a hipster joint, complete with a working NES in the corner and PBR on tap. I just traveled to the deep South to wind up in a hipster bar? This is ironic…just like a hipster! WHOA! In all seriousness, it was truly an eclectic joint. I talked to a gay guy wearing dress shoes with no socks, a tank top (self cut) and micro shorts who told me Columbus, Ohio had a great gay scene. Good to know. I also conversed with a full blown cowboy type, complete with cowboy hat, boots, and the amazing ability to one-up every fucking thing I said. I won’t bore you, but he had been to better places than me, earned more cash (that one’s not hard to believe), seen crazier things (now I know he’s full of shit) and met more interesting people. Well, that one’s true also. You’re talking to me and I’m talking to you. You win.