We had quite an interesting Saturday night, so today Brandon and I spent doing and NOT doing things around the house. We had a nice afternoon nap and went for a walk and bunny chase down at Long Beach City College. (The college is full of “wild” bunnies.)

Then, Brandon and I attacked boxes in the garage. We wouldn’t have done it if Brandon didn’t need to find his DragonQuest guide. Heh.

The result, nonetheless, was very good. We cleared out a few more boxes and finally brought all the kitchen widgets and gadgets upstairs. Hooray for the return of my Foreman grill! (Now that we don’t have the easy access to the propane BBQ grill, I’ll have to turn to George for my grilling needs.)

Now. Back to the wild Saturday night.

Saturday night Shane usually has his daughter with him, but not last night. So we had him over for dinner and then, with his encouragement, we headed out to check local dive bars…which there are 3 within one block radius.

First, we headed for the Boondocks, the bar which I past by every morning to go to my bus stop. This dive has regular patrons hanging out already at 6:30 a.m. We rounded the corner and found a woman with a hammer speaking loudly to another old man with his cigarettes outside the street entrance to the joint.

Okay. Not the Boondocks.

Next up on the list is the Sportsman directly across the street from the Boondocks. First good sign, Metallica’s “Nothing Else Matters” drifted out as we approached. Once inside, we were even more impressed. This place is spacious. It has pool tables, MP3 juke box that have just about every album on the planet, clean, and serves up all sorts of brew in bottles. It was 10 p.m. on Saturday night and the place wasn’t too crowded, and that was the plus for me and Brandon. The bartenders are cute blonde girls, one with very short skirt, and that was of course the plus for the boys.

Sold!

Everything was wonderful at the Sportsman. The drinking was wonderful–$5 giant bottle of ice cold New Castle. The dudes next to us were quite fun to hang out with.

Until some dude got into his head that it’d be funny to put some cheesy songs on the jukebox that have been playing nothing but rock and classic rock the entire time.

First came “Total Eclipse of the Heart”. Haha. That was funny, kids. What a way to break the uncomfortable silence we had when the jukebox ran out of songs.

Then came Madonna crooning “Like a Virgin”.

O-kay. Odd choice. That was still kind of funny.

Next up was Kanye West’s “Gold Digger”. Not bad. We dig. We get it that this guy was trying to be funny.

After that, another funny. “Thriller” got me channeling Michael Jackson by our end of the bar.

(Oh yeah. I used to be able to do the entire routine like Jennifer Garner in “13 Going on 30”, my friend. Now I only remembered a few key moves…heheee.)

It went downhill from there.

Tom Jones brought out a few boos. Another slow Michael Jackson’s classic brought out “What the fuck??” and half the bar suddenly went out for a smoke. A lot of talk is floating around questioning the guy’s sexual orientation and his sanity. And by the time Journey came on–which Shane and I didn’t mind too much–Brandon had it. So we left.

Now why would someone intentionally piss off a bar pumped full of rock and roll and testosterone that way especially when you’re a dainty looking guy who came into the bar with another dainty guy? Somebody either had a death wish or really believe they were funny.

I hope those guys got out of the bar alive that night.

Shane and I wanted to check out Mr. B’s Restaurant, the 3rd bar on the block, before heading home. Just wanted to poke our head in is all. As we approached about 50 ft. away, someone opened the door to the place and out poured loudly and clearly:

Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don’t you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don’t cha?

Pussycat Dolls? (Personally…I don’t mind them TOO much, but I hate that song. My little guilty pleasure…hehe.)

Fuck that.

We called it a night around midnight hour. And I have found a new local spot!

Thanks Shane!