#118
Here we are at The Hudson. Neighborhood bar. Burgers are served.
Janie is behind the counter. She has a dog, Remi.
Me: you get a weirdness pass for that new haircut.
Janie: and what does a weirdness pass get me?
She hands me the margarita I ordered, mezcal instead of tequila. Rocks. One ice cube. Little salt.
Me: my never ending love for the night?
Janie: no thanks.
I like this bar because they don’t play music and the tv is always muted, so you can have a conversation. Not that there is always someone to converse with. It’s a place you can read a newspaper, if you can find one. We don’t have enough silence in our days anymore. It’s where I come for silence. It’s an alternate library.
Me: can I bring my dog ‘round next time?
Janie: he’s not going to pee on stuff is he?
Me: definitely not.
Janie: I can’t take barking.
Me: he’s a good boy.
Janie: well then.