The Adventures of Yesterday

I haven’t updated in a few days, so here is just a travelogue of my day yesterday.

First–a recap of previous yesterdays which I utterly failed to write about at all:

  • Tuesday, nothing interesting happened, at least that I remember.
  • Wednesday, I interviewed John Morse from for a possible article. We ate lunch at one of my favorite places in Birmingham, the Garages Cafe, which I’m aware is actually just called the Garage Cafe, no plural, but I think it should be plural anyway, and I refuse to refer to it that way. They should just change the name to fit my belief system.

And now, without further adieu, today’s Adventures of Yesterday…

My automobile-challenged friend Brent called me yesterday to see if I could pick him up to run a couple of errands. As it happened, I was already out running my own errands and was nearby, so I went to get him. In New York, I was virtually the only one of my friends who had a car, so I’m used to doing things like this anyway. I call it New York car karma. If you have a car there, you have to give people rides because it brings good luck.

After the errands were done, Brent said, “Well, what do you want to do now?”

So I said, “Here’s an idea. How about instead of hanging out in a bar where creepy old guys like us hang out, let’s go to a bar where cute girls hang out?”

He said he knew just the place and directed me to the Parkside Cafe in Avondale. It’s a sleepy neighborhood just a little east of where I live, and it was a lovely bar with a high A-frame ceiling and eclectically decorated by local artists. We ordered a delicious snack of goat cheese and edamame spread and some refreshing beverages (which I paid for because Brent is not only automobile-challenged but also money-challenged). There’s a vast patio out back and what looks like an old cabana with a dart board and free pool table (all the pool cues, however, had been stolen or broken). In the cabana, we played some darts, and I plugged my blackberry into the stereo to play Brent some of the songs we hope to do in one of the bands we plan to start.  We also hoped this would attract girls in our direction. It did not.

And as soon as I walked in, I ran into a couple of guys I knew. These guys were friends of the band that was about to play, which was an an additional bonus because we didn’t even know there was going to be live music there. Between the two of us, Brent and I, we ran into another half dozen or so people we knew, so it was all very pleasant and homey. AND it turned out that this very cool bar is owned by Michael Dykes, who went to the same high school as me, so it was fun to catch up with him as well.

The band was Jypsy, from Nashville, one of those nouveau bluegrass acts with sexy girl fiddle players that are all the rage these days. They were all exceptionally good musicians though, and I enjoyed listening to them, especially since I hadn’t expected to hear a band at all. Incidentally, there were also a number of cute girls there, but Brent and I failed miserably at talking to any of them.

We left about midnight, and when I got home the elevator in my building was full of puke. This elevator, by the way, smells different every time I’m in it, and it’s never a pleasant smell, but this was the worst yet, especially because there was evidence of what was causing it. Upon reaching the tenth floor, where I live, I had to step over a guy sleeping in the hallway. I asked him if he was okay, and he said, “Yeah, I’m just charging my cell phone (which he was actually doing, I noticed). I probably should have called the cops, but I decided to hope for the best that this is an isolated incident.

I was a little keyed up and didn’t fall asleep until after two, but I can’t seem to sleep past 6:30 these days no matter how late I stay up. So today I’m feeling great, as you can imagine.

Stay tuned for another Adventures of Yesterday soon, unless I have something better to write about, which for your sake, I hope will happen.


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