WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?!?! This is a TEXTBOOK 1 star shithole- I must have still been drunk off my ass writing that last update...
Anyway- if I didn't make it clear enough in my first review- this is a REDNECK bar. I mean, I've been in here maybe 4 or 5 times in my life- (which is 4 or 5 times too many) and the crowd can range from "Toby Keith concert" to "The Hills Have Eyes" in 2.9 seconds flat.
I mean- you'll see every kind of hillbilly here. The kind that prefer trucker hats. The kind that prefer dirty overalls. The kind that wear belt buckles so heavy, their pants sag. The simple man-child hick that wears a beer-stained t-shirt with the sleeves torn off with their favorite NASCAR driver on the front. Even some random douches and wiggas manage to find their way here...
I know this place is an easy target, but tonight's experience was on the "not so good" end of my bar experiences.
My friend and his fiancee got in a drunk argument, and it got a little heated during moments. She got up with her girl friend that I was talking to and walked to the back...yard I guess (I swear this fucking place is a converted barn) and my friend went out to follow her. Now that I was good and alone at the bar, one of the patrons (maybe the owner, for all I know) comes up to me and says...
"You better handle yer BOY before WE do."
... and sure enough, every yippety doo-dah motherfucker in the place was staring my way. I got up, beer in hand, gave a silent nod, and walked outside to my friend being harassed outside by other hicks about him throwing his beer bottle in a garbage can. "THAT'S WHAT THESE CARDBOARD BOXES ARE HERE FOR, DUMBASS!" is what they were yelling at him about. Sorry, not everyone's familiar with white-trash "culture-" if you don't want people throwing their bottles away in a garbage can, why have it out there?
Anyway, got everyone the fuck out of there before Cotton Eye Joe showed up and the banjo started playing. Even though I'll never come here completely willingly (my friend's fiancee is a "Clovis Girl," which is why we were all there in the first place) I'll never flat out refuse, either. I'm a glutton for punishment, and strangely enough I like coming out of places like this with a story to tell. I'm just glad I was still sober enough this time to realize this was a fight I couldn't win! read more