Shit. I am behind. I feel like you start a blog when you aren’t busy, and then you get busy. Commitment is hard to come by in a blog. And I am in a book club too, so I’m pretty busy. I mean, this blog isn’t the only thing in my life; so get off my back, all right!
But don’t worry, I made some time for International Bar.
A friend recently (like ten minutes ago) asked me if I am more of a bar person or a club kind of a guy. I don’t think he knew about this blog so I forgive him, and say definitely a bar guy. But I am nothing like the typical man at International. He is a fixture. These are the guys that hang around and drink Genesse Ale cause its what they drink. Not because it’s kind of ironic because that was the beer we used to buy for that one party every year when we spat Genese all over each other in the middle of the woods. Yea, these guys went to a war and not to a Liberal Arts college. I know the kind. Once my Great Uncle took me to a VFW for a 25 cent beer. It was awesome.
The International is dark and friendly. It is a bar you can walk into at anytime and there will be someone there to talk to. Literally, I mean almost anytime. They open for business at 8 AM. And whoever is there, they probably have a story to tell you. (I really want to say some thing awesome here, like “They can tell you with just their eyes,” But I won’t cause it’s Internatinal Bar and not a Nora Ephron Movie).
I couldn’t take any pictures because there wasn’t enough light. I like that too. Also there were both Christmas and Holloween decorations hanging. Someone had furnished an xmas tree sculpture out of cocktail stirs and glued it to the wall, probably with chewing gum. But it was cool that they left it up. Shows a certain commitment to the customers. Like the good old bars used to have. In the old days. When we lived in the old country.
