In this case, unlike any other at all. His affect was particular. Adrift, spaced-cadet, attuned to some ethereal broadcast unheard by the rest of us all; I do not know. His eyes were a light enough shade of blue to look astonished, his bartender blacks recently retrieved from what I would guess to be a fairly well-strewn apartment floor, and his dark hair was wet down in a way that suggested a rapid departure en route to a late arrival at this his work shift. Here is our conversation in full:
“Do you want to drink something? There’s a list of things.”
“Yes, nothing too strong, though. What do you have in the way of a session beer?”
He then looked away over my right shoulder, walked away towards some taps. He made someone a Bloody Mary, or more specifically, made a Bloody Mary, which he left to sit behind the bar for a later delivery. Then he walked to another tap at the other side of the bar. He pulled a beer. Looked around for a while, to locate the other bartender, who was standing beside him, and then exchange some remarks about having made the Bloody Mary. Brought me the beer.
It was just what I wanted.
Later he walked past and mumbled something about Hofbrau but I wasn’t sure if that was directed to me, or was just a drip from his running list of drinks to prepare and, at some later moment, deliver to the appropriate parties.
I'm glad elephants don't fly
There is such power in these legs of mine.
Meeting Commander AJ for the first time at the #ASCENDsummit2014.
Share Your Work
around 1100: along the schuykill river park
This shows why many among us become city-dwellers; turn the corner and this is the alley.
It's been such a long journey I almost forgot about this place, where the sounds and smells of the urban adventure disappear into the cresting waves. My baptismal hideaway.
Waiting to board our flight to Madrid, the city we keep returning to.