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Authors: Jill Prand
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ready and I look to see if I know anyone else here. The Doors are playing on the sound system and I don’t know if it is the jukebox or WBAB the local rock station. At some time tonight I am sure someone will come in and start playing the few dance songs Tom allows on the jukebox but he prefers classic rock so he plays BAB more often than not.
I don’t see anyone I know but it is still early, just past nine and this place doesn’t get going before ten. By that time I plan on having a buzz on and I am glad we got here early it means we will have our choice of tables in the back room. The most sought after one is the one right when you walk in by the windows because then you can see both the bar and the back room. You see everyone coming in and everything going on in the back room. There is no other entertainment here. No pool tables or even a dart board, you come to the Wharf to drink and hang with friends. Although the tables all the way in the back have seen their share of make-out scenes. And I have starred in a couple both with Bobby and Steve.
Tom brings our pitcher, a couple glasses and John’s beer. “Do you want me to start a tab for you?” he asks. The other good thing about a local bar, you don’t have to show a credit card. Tom knows we’ll settle up before we leave.
“Please,” I say grabbing the pitcher. John grabs his beer and Jodi takes the glasses.
As we make our way to the back room Tom says, “It’s good to see you here, Lisa. You’ve been missed girl.”
I turn and smile at him. Yeah I missed this place too. Jodi snags the table as we walk in the back room and puts the glasses down. Then she grabs the next table and pulls it over. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Just making sure we have enough room,” she says. “I called Patty and told her we would be here. God only knows who she called. She is in total party mode since last night.”
Bench seats go around the outer walls of the entire room. I slide into the corner to stake out my spot, the prime spot. When we first started coming here there was no way I could get this spot. The person in this spot was always the one to pay homage to when you walked in. I don’t know who has occupied this spot lately but it’s mine tonight. Jodi and I owned it our whole senior year and I am taking it back.
I pour the tea into the glasses and that first sip, heaven! Now you have to understand that a Long Island iced tea is five different liquors plus sour mix and coke. If even one of the ingredients is off the whole thing will taste horrible. But when you get a good one, it tastes just like iced tea and you have no idea how fucked up you’re getting until you stand up. I have on occasion in this very bar tried to stand up to go to the bathroom only to fall back into my seat not able to move when a minute before I was holding an intelligent conversation. It can hit you that fast and it will if you’re not careful. I mixed some up for a party once in college and luckily everyone was from my apartment complex because no one made it more than a hundred feet from my door. People were sleeping on lounge chairs by the pool because they couldn’t make it to their doors. Thank God no one fell into the pool.
The three of us are alone for about twenty minutes before Patty and April show up. “I thought this was a girl’s night,” screeches Patty. “I didn’t invite any guys. John you will just have to leave.”
“Oh no,” I say putting up my hand. “He’s the DD for tonight so Jodi and I can finish a few pitchers. He stays.” There is no way either one of us is driving tonight and we don’t live right up the street anymore.
“So why are you planning on getting shitfaced?” April asks. “Does it have anything to do with a certain tall, dark and handsome man?” Jodi kicks her foot. I am not ready to talk about this yet. I need to be at least into the second pitcher before I bring him up.
“We’re just reliving some old times,” Jodi
I don’t see anyone I know but it is still early, just past nine and this place doesn’t get going before ten. By that time I plan on having a buzz on and I am glad we got here early it means we will have our choice of tables in the back room. The most sought after one is the one right when you walk in by the windows because then you can see both the bar and the back room. You see everyone coming in and everything going on in the back room. There is no other entertainment here. No pool tables or even a dart board, you come to the Wharf to drink and hang with friends. Although the tables all the way in the back have seen their share of make-out scenes. And I have starred in a couple both with Bobby and Steve.
Tom brings our pitcher, a couple glasses and John’s beer. “Do you want me to start a tab for you?” he asks. The other good thing about a local bar, you don’t have to show a credit card. Tom knows we’ll settle up before we leave.
“Please,” I say grabbing the pitcher. John grabs his beer and Jodi takes the glasses.
As we make our way to the back room Tom says, “It’s good to see you here, Lisa. You’ve been missed girl.”
I turn and smile at him. Yeah I missed this place too. Jodi snags the table as we walk in the back room and puts the glasses down. Then she grabs the next table and pulls it over. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Just making sure we have enough room,” she says. “I called Patty and told her we would be here. God only knows who she called. She is in total party mode since last night.”
Bench seats go around the outer walls of the entire room. I slide into the corner to stake out my spot, the prime spot. When we first started coming here there was no way I could get this spot. The person in this spot was always the one to pay homage to when you walked in. I don’t know who has occupied this spot lately but it’s mine tonight. Jodi and I owned it our whole senior year and I am taking it back.
I pour the tea into the glasses and that first sip, heaven! Now you have to understand that a Long Island iced tea is five different liquors plus sour mix and coke. If even one of the ingredients is off the whole thing will taste horrible. But when you get a good one, it tastes just like iced tea and you have no idea how fucked up you’re getting until you stand up. I have on occasion in this very bar tried to stand up to go to the bathroom only to fall back into my seat not able to move when a minute before I was holding an intelligent conversation. It can hit you that fast and it will if you’re not careful. I mixed some up for a party once in college and luckily everyone was from my apartment complex because no one made it more than a hundred feet from my door. People were sleeping on lounge chairs by the pool because they couldn’t make it to their doors. Thank God no one fell into the pool.
The three of us are alone for about twenty minutes before Patty and April show up. “I thought this was a girl’s night,” screeches Patty. “I didn’t invite any guys. John you will just have to leave.”
“Oh no,” I say putting up my hand. “He’s the DD for tonight so Jodi and I can finish a few pitchers. He stays.” There is no way either one of us is driving tonight and we don’t live right up the street anymore.
“So why are you planning on getting shitfaced?” April asks. “Does it have anything to do with a certain tall, dark and handsome man?” Jodi kicks her foot. I am not ready to talk about this yet. I need to be at least into the second pitcher before I bring him up.
“We’re just reliving some old times,” Jodi
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