Simple Tip

The sequence of events lost in time, there was a period when I'd visit a local pub for to watch a sporting event and say hello to an old friend from Red Hook, Brooklyn. Disengaged from the goings on, satisfied just to sit, relax and talk. There was a bartender there. One of the few not especially in one's face and, I thought, very diligent. I told my friend I liked her. That was years ago.

After another period of not going out much, working full time in the evenings and not particularly interested in sports, I stopped back in that place. She said she hadn't seen me in a while. This was indeed the case, but how and why would she notice or concern herself? Hmm. Along about the same time, I'd scheduled a week's vacation. Deciding not to travel but to take in some entertainment events locally, I proceeded to pick up a pair of tickets for a Rachmaninoff piano concerto at Symphony Hall. I thought to ask her but couldn't. (The entire sucker scenario ensued.) Having no one else in mind, I asked around to find a date, so to speak, but was unsuccessful.

I went down to the concert on the day scheduled and tried to sell the tickets outside. No takers. A total bummer of an experience but somehow I was nonplussed. Shined it on. Have the tickets as a memory of how badly this town sucks. How ridiculous it has been dealing with women, their heads up their arses. How much I'd like to leave.

Going back to the pub, she had an altercation to deal with while I stood by. I told the cook she needed back-up. He looked like he didn't want to get involved. I stood by. She handled it OK, I suppose, but there you are. I stood by. So I got a little more attached to her.

I'd left my employ. I had more time on my hands and thought I'd watch more baseball, take in the season; something I hadn't done since 2001. More frequently to that pub. Not a drinker, not attached except for my friend and she now. I gave her a tip of a picture of Four Peaks... the beer; get it? Well, shit hit fan. I figure one of the flunkies there was banging her. Confrontation ensued. The stupid people there wouldn't put the Rangers on during the Stanley Cup playoffs! How low do they get? I'll never go back.

But not before a splendid spread. We can't talk about it.
Subsequently went catty-corner. Met Francesca. Nothing but trouble.
Presently awaiting this picture's processing into something painterly.
Ha... I'm not an artist. I'm a bleedin' processor. "Putting on airs, are we?"

Thought I'd take a ride up past Carefree and take another shot of the sunrise behind the same peaks. Then thought better of it, better to use the time and do some chores. Yeah, things to do and clutter to clear. Hopefully get a nap and be marginally alert while with her. Terribly awkward situation, but understandable. I just wanted to go to that concert and all I wanted was to ask Francesca out to have dinner with another friend and her husband. I do not need these complications but people are that indeed.