Solo

We have to get new draft coolers for the bar. One of ours keeps breaking and leaving us with lukewarm drafts. And the drafts never poured right anway – warm beer will do that. The one thing we’ll miss – the only thing, really – is that the current doors are covered in stickers. Band stickers, tattoo shop stickers, radio stations and magazines.

The good news? New coolers mean more fun beer on tap, especially with all these new craft breweries opening up here in the city. Making me rethink my career as a writer …

Bar Top

Happy Monday, RVA. I get the interwebs back at mi casa on Wednesday, so I can go back to posting regular like. Not much going on this week, other than waiting til payday, drinking too much, and writing far too little.

Only one more month and it’s September and I get to go back to school …

 

The Time We Bought a Puppy from Some Crackheads

We were standing outside and a couple walked by with a teeny tiny puppy on a leash. One thing about spending so much time on this block: you come to recognize the people who walk by all the time, and we knew these two. And they had no business having a 7-week-old puppy. One of the guys from Lucky (not Lantz, who’s pictured above), tracked them down and twenty minutes later, he was standing in front of the bar holding the baby dog, whose name is now Ebby. It cost us $50, but turned out to be worth it.

Especially considering the two people showed up at the tattoo shop the next day, looking for the puppy. They offered Adam the $50 back, but couldn’t pay until the 1st of the month, because they’d already spent the first $50 on crack. The saga of the teeny tiny puppy named Ebby ends with a fistfight in the middle of Broad St., and the cops taking away the male crackhead.

As Josh put it: “Now he ain’t got no puppy. He ain’t got his $50. He ain’t got his crack. And now he in jail, and it’s Friday, so he’s there til Monday! Time to sit down, shut up.”

Get Inked

They’re baaaack! The fellas from Lucky 13 are back in town, and I’m so happy to see this guy, I may go get myself some new ink. Can’t stop, won’t stop. Also, this dude caught a barracuda last week in Key West. Real talk. You might be that cool, but I doubt it.

Also, I lied in my very first post. THIS was the first photo I took with the Nikon. Sorry for being all horrible and insulting in this post. I’ll try to be nicer tomorrow.

Signatures

Way back when, when the silver box still had all the stickers, and the city hadn’t gotten upset about them yet. They’ve been scraping them off religiously, faster than we can add them. Look closely, and you’ll find 97.3 WRIR, Lucky 13, Enigma, 11th House and more.

 

Recovery

It’s Sunday Funday at the bar, and we’re trying to cure our hangovers with water, Sangria and Red Bull Vodkas. The heat finally broke, so it’s bearable in here now.  Last night’s metal show was excruciatingly hot, and made me hate the hell out of Virginia’s humidity and heat. Storms are bearing down on us and we’re sitting here praying we have power when we stumble home.

We Should Probably Just Stop

The heat is so unbearable that all of our thermostats are set to 70, and the interior temp still cracks 77 or 78. The Key Westers are coming back for a visit next week. Josh’s court date is in a month.

We should probably stop shooting people.
We should probably stop getting involved with people that work Assante’s.

More to come. No time. No bandwidth. I’m the worst.

Hello, stranger …

Been absent too long. It’s been a whirlwind few weeks. We’re all pissed off about the parking issue going unresolved. We said goodbye to a lot of regulars this past weekend. They’re Key West bound to start up another Lucky 13 shop in a place a lot different from here.

Oh. And I got a little older. Happy Birthday to meeeee!

Please Sign this Petition!

City of Richmond: Remove 11PM – 4AM No Parking signs on Broad Street.

PLEASE sign this petition. Everyone who works at or frequents Emilio’s, The Camel, Republic, Lucky 13 are affected, as well as all the Assante’s drivers and insiders. We bring good business to this block, and the enforcement of this outdated regulation not only hurts business … it’s also dangerous for those of us who now have to walk a distance to our cars at 3:30 am after a shift. This hurts EVERYONE here at Broad & Meadow.

Please sign.

Spicy Sundays

It’s been ten days, but a lot has changed. We held what might be our last Spicy Sunday with Lantz, we bid goodbye to Scott Lewis, who’s Winston-Salem bound, I think as I write this. Spicy Sunday is my favorite bar tradition. It’s so hard to explain Emilio’s to people, but the regulars and employees are a family. So Sunday night was essentially a big family Pot Luck, with guys from the Lucky 13 – you can see the shop up there in on the corner, across the way – and the good people pulling the Sunday evening shift at Assante’s. I brought spicy baked tortellini with garden vegetables, Lantz brought two pork loins and Terry and Eddie brought chicken and biscuits. We started the tradition for football season, and it became something a bit more.