Lots of things happen on any given night.
     I can't possibly keep track of them.
     Plus, there is the problem of whether or not I should use people's real names.
     As long as I'm honest and truthful, I don't know what the problem is, but then on the other hand, I really don't think most people would want me to use their names.

     Nicknames work good, though, so at least some people know who I am talking about.

    
     The thing that has bothered me lately is just watching people sit there for hours and do nothing.
     I get bored in a bar just sitting there.  I don't even know how people do it.
     I see people engaged in conversation, and even that bores me after a while.  Talking for its own sake, without a purpose, is like watching paint dry.  Idle chit chat bores the crap out of me.
     So, anyway, I see people just sit there, stare into space, and get drunk.  It is the same thing, day after day.
     One can not even talk to them about it, because they are so closed off to the idea of actually doing anything, like read a magazine article.
     The bar provides reading material.
     It is as if they are afraid to put anything new into their heads.  It might make them think.

     Then there are the people who sit and do nothing, but they actively monitor what others are doing.  Then they make judgments on those people.  These kind of people I can't stand.  They are the critics of other people's behavior. 
     Yet, if you call them out on what they do, they get all huffy.

     Digital Photography is a new factor in a bar.
     The Zeitgeist Bar allows absolutely no photography or video.  I'm starting to think that is a good idea.  People are vulnerable when they are in a bar drinking, and they don't need images of them on somebody else's computer, or on the world wide web.
      I like it when people ask to take a photo.  That is the polite thing to do.
      But if you are going to take photos without permission, at least be so sneaky and quick about it that the subject/victim doesn't know about it.
     
      At the recent anniversary party, which was quite lovely, when I arrived, some nasty blonde woman associated with the poet's group gave me such a crusty stare, as if I was the Spawn of Satan's Love Child with Hitler.
      I'm not a fan of hers, either.

      The napkin art has been a game changer for me.  I've made friendships, and money.  It is a thrill for me to go in there every night, and at least have a couple of people dig what I do.

      Rumor has it that 'Vera The Russian Amateur Crazy Nutjob Cheap Hustler Photography Woman Who Talks To Herself' is leaving.  I can't wait to see her go.

      Rumor also has it that 'Sammy The Painter Artist' is returning. 

      Then there is the whole thing of the bar as a 'pick-up joint'.
      It doesn't work, so I don't know why creepy, old men try to score with young chicks who just want a drink.
      If the interest is mutual, that is a different story.
      It creeps me out to see these creepy guys try to touch, hug, and kiss the girls.

      Then there are the scary guys outside who sit on the bench with their open containers of alcohol.

      Hey, my disdain for 'Woody Woodpecker Laughing Hyena Guy' would go way down if he didn't alter the words on the sign board every night.
      It actually is kind of interesting to walk out there for a smoke, and he's got some song on the radio from the 70's or 80's.  It is a nice change of pace.
      His annoying laugh often seems to be insincere.  It's not a real laugh, and I don't think the stuff he laughs at is all that funny.

      There are other little things I could mention, but I don't want to bore the pants off of the readers for this blog.
      I am just happy that 'The Drunken News' has a small, but loyal following.

      Good things are coming, and I am working on ideas to make this blog better, while just letting this thing grow organically.

      Thanks for reading.