The 50 Plus Cafe, Pub, All-Nite Greasy Spoon and Dive Bar

TDK would be on me right about now, or at least all up in my grill.


The meeting was okay. Wat had lots of little old ladies to charm. He'll end up with a dozen girlfriends before all is said and done. One volunteered to cook for him and the other wanted him to check out all of her thousands of books. Meanwhile, got a bit of facetime with the PM. It seems that Wat's replacement at the former job . . . isn't. Allah knows that they're doing over there, but ain't much getting done. If Wat has to go back . . . .
 
We’re at a small club in Asbury park Nj waiting for the Ravonettes to come on.



There was a sports bar in Jeffersonville, IN. There was lunch to be had there. Wat ate at the bar and called it a lunch counter. The bartender had generous bolt-ons and wore clothes to accentuate it/them, as she should have. Not much on conversation - either her or the tits. The woman in the background stirred my memory banks.
 
Here’s how I’d describe the Ravonettes.

Buddy Holly meets the Everly Bros (while they’re mid fist-fight). They have lunch with the Stooges and the Sex Pistols.

Eventually lemmy and the boys strike up the band and Ride, The Stone Roses and The Beach Boyz turn up their amps to 11 and they add in a jigger of The Ramones.

My ears are ringing. One of the louder shows I’ve seen on a long time.

I needed it.
 
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