Be It Ever So Humble

Late afternoon on Memorial Day I drop in on the Liquor and Rubber Balls Sports Emporium and Aquaculture Supply Depot to see what there is to see at the end of a holiday weekend.  When I arrive, Don Tequila, tending bar again, is sliding a 20-oz draft to Vera Lu Senz, the former Chicago sportswriter, whom I join.  Don doesn’t hesitate — he spots me and pulls a 20 for me, too.  Ice cold Grolsch on tap.  Allah be praised.

Don sports what looks like a fresh razor slash from his eyebrow to his jawbone.

“Yeah,” he says.  “A peace rally broke out last night in the bar.  Must’ve been in honor of us veterans on Memorial Day.”

You’re a vet, Don?  I never knew.  Marines?

“Navy Seals,” he says.  “Eight years before I couldn’t stand it any more.”

What kind of missions did you work?

Don looks at me thoughtfully.  “I could tell you all about it,” he says, “but I’d have to kill you afterwards.”

“It’s worth it!” pipes up Lu.

“Not to me it ain’t,” says Don.

Sheesh.  And these are my friends.

I show Lu and Don this article from the New York Times Book Review — seems that obnoxious twerp Gilbert Gottfried has a book out called Rubber Balls and Liquor.  Despite the name, it has nothing to do with this Hollywood drinking establishment.   Certainly, though, it’s based on the same joke.

“The name of a bar might get you inside it,” observes Lu, who prides herself on having been inside bars in every American city with a major or minor league baseball team.  “But what gets you back and keep you coming has nothing to do with it.”

Lu — you don’t hang out at LRB’s because of the name?  What then?  Me?  Don?  The flat screen teevees?  The collection of serious dykes in this place?

Lu gives me that heavy lidded look.  “Yes,” she says.

Fair enough.  More than fair.

Why does anybody find one special bar to hang out at, anyway?  LRBs is in my neighborhood, there’s an amazing selection of draught beers including Grolsch which I could happily live on even if they didn’t also have Bass, Guinness, Harp, KW Lager, Anchor Steam, Dortmunder Ritterbrau, Old Peculier, etc., and there’s something comforting about drinking in a lesbian sports bar where the bartender/bouncer (and maybe the owner — he never says) is a growling 6’10” monster who can bend horseshoes with his bare hands.

Only way I could be happier is if one day I walked in and found Carlsberg Elephant on tap.  I mention this to Lu, who laughs.  “The only Elephant in the room is Don,” she says.  “That should be enough, right?”

We clink mugs and drink.  Happy Memorial Day.

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4 Responses to Be It Ever So Humble

  1. Duck, It's Aflac says:

    Very poor piece this morning, sir. I fear I must give it a rating of only one “Af.”

  2. Kent Standit says:

    I would enjoy it if your Don Tequila bartender would bend Gilbert Gottfried wit his bare hands. Or should that be “bar hands”?

  3. Ellen James says:

    * * *

  4. A Cunning Linguist says:

    I’m multi-lingual. See.






    And finally!


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