the Classical wrote:Bartender: "Well I can give you the beer, but not the Sprite. Sorry"

You live in bizarro world!

the Classical wrote:

zom-zom wrote:331? The bartender wasn't the owner was it?

That's weird.

It wasn't the owner. I would have raised a bigger stink at the time but I was really confused by the whole situation.

I'm 99 & 44/100ths % sure he thought your wife was going to mix her own drink.

burun wrote:

the Classical wrote:Bartender: "Well I can give you the beer, but not the Sprite. Sorry"

You live in bizarro world!

This was my third strange bartender exchange in a week's time. 3 different bars, 3 different bartenders.

I do, I do live in bizarro world.

the Classical wrote:The other night the wife and I went to a bar to see some bands. The show was free, but the bar was making a big deal about stamping everyone's hands as they entereed, making sure to check ids. Fine with me, I am of legal drinking age and I have the proper identification proving that.

It was very hot inside so Mrs the C asked me to get her a Sprite when I went to the bar to get myself a beer. No problem, she often drinks Sprite at bars, I am very familiar w/ this request. In our time as a couple I have on numerous occasion purchased a beer and a Sprite w/ no troubles.

The bar was busy, but not crazy. I get the bartender's attention and I asked for a beer and a Sprite.

Bartender:"Who is the Sprite for? I need to see both sets of stamped hands"

Me:(confused) "Its for my wife, she's right over there"

Bartender:"I need to see her hand"

Me: (still confused since Sprite is still legal in Minnesota w/ no age restrictions) "So...I can't get the Sprite?"

Bartender: (angry) "Who is the beer for?"

Me: "Me"

Bartender: "Well I can give you the beer, but not the Sprite. Sorry"

Me: "What? Why not?"

Bartender: "Sorry, I know it sounds dumb, but I can't give you the Sprite" Gives me beer and change and walks away.

So I go back to my wife w/ my beer and explain to her that the bartender refused to serve me her non-alcoholic drink. Later my friend arrived and he was able to get her a glass of water.

This needs to go in the Larry David thread.

burun wrote:I think i might hang some of my own work, but part of me thinks that is slightly egotistical to hang a 30 X 30 of your own photograph, over your bed.

At least I don't do self-portraits.

This is the kind of thing that would totally work if you took it all the way, like if you covered your walls with nothing but images from the Dan Armstrong bass photo shoot. Then it would be awesome.

burun wrote:So I took down the indian hippie thing, and now have two large prints hanging from clips. I am not sure how long I will keep them there. I think i might hang some of my own work, but part of me thinks that is slightly egotistical to hang a 30 X 30 of your own photograph, over your bed.

At least I don't do self-portraits.

I am always a bit weirded-out when I go to someones home for the first time and find they have pictures of themselves all over the place. WTF! What is wrong with a mirror you people?

Once when I was on tour with my old band, we spent the night at the house that club owned- just down the block from the club. The next day, we went back to the club to have some coffee with the owners before hitting the road.

There was a woman there, I'd seen her at the show the night before. She had that super-red hair/ice blue eyes thing, so I had maybe inadvertently made a lot of eye contact with her the night before... y'know, my Irish genes wanting to mingle with her Irish genes, completely bypassing any warning signs my brain might have been trying to broadcast.

So, here she is the next day, hanging out. She's SO beautiful... I grab a cup of coffee, kinda saunter over to at least say "Hi" and talk for a minute... and she grabs my shirt and drags me into the women's room.

My heart is, not surprisingly, trying to beat its way out of my chest, and she says "Stand right there, in that bit of sunlight."

"uh... Hi. Nice to meet you."

She lifts her camera (I remember that it was an old, much loved Pentax K1000- I used to have one too) and shoots up a roll of film of me standing in this sunbeam. And then, she opens the door and says "Thanks."

Of course, all my band has seen is my being dragged into the women's room and then popping out again, kinda flummoxed and stunned about seven minutes later. They draw all sorts of conclusions.

Red leaves through the side door without saying much more of anything.

Fast forward to our next gig at that same club, six months or so later. This woman, gorgeous though she might be, is apparently a little OBSESSIVE, as there are eight foot tall paintings of... my face... 15 of them, hanging in the club... as her current painting exhibit. All of the paintings were from the photos she'd shot in the women's room.

Awkward, playing a show, looking at yourself like that.

And, then, y'know, talking afterwards...

So, Burun, hanging some of your work in your room, even over your bed, NOT NECESSARILY the weirdest thing you could do.

Also, walking into someone's house and seeing tons of pictures of THEM, not THE weirdest thing you could see walking in the door.

Could be very tall paintings of YOU.

I've had a pretty weird life. Yep.

dontfeartheringo wrote:This woman, gorgeous though she might be, is apparently a little OBSESSIVE, as there are eight foot tall paintings of... my face... 15 of them, hanging in the club... as her current painting exhibit. All of the paintings were from the photos she'd shot in the women's room.

There's at least one other forum member who has had a portrait painted of them by an obsessed person, without their knowledge.

Creeeeepy.

burun wrote:

dontfeartheringo wrote:This woman, gorgeous though she might be, is apparently a little OBSESSIVE, as there are eight foot tall paintings of... my face... 15 of them, hanging in the club... as her current painting exhibit. All of the paintings were from the photos she'd shot in the women's room.

There's at least one other forum member who has had a portrait painted of them by an obsessed person, without their knowledge.

Creeeeepy.

Yer not kidding.

My mom (who's had a few drinks, it's her anniversary) is watching the Kerrang awards. She just announced that she's always loved Machinehead.

She was disappointed that Lost Prophets beat them.

My mom's weird.