Wow… this blogging everyday thing is proving hard.
So last night (tonight according to the post time) I went to HH with old college buddy, MC. As we work only a couple blocks away, we make an effort to meet up for lunch or a drink every once in a while.
So last night we are at the pub with pint in hand, when we hear this deep south accent behind us. And I don’t just mean like one guy, I mean there were like a clan of them engulfing our space at the bar. Before I can turn around, one guy pokes in next to me and orders “4 Coors Liiiights… na make that 5, na 6.” I smirked and thought, ahhhh, here we go.
I obviously made a point to catch the guy’s eye, who offered to buy us drinks, and then I turned around to see guy #2 with his long shaggy haircut and matching moustache wearing a leather Harley Davidson jacket. It was classic.
It was a matter of minutes before they started speaking to us and asking about where to go, what to see. Apparently they are part of some business group or something down in Alabama—one owned a realtor’s, or was it an insurance business?—and the other worked at/for Talladega Superspeedway. All MC had to do was mention that he wanted to watch a race one day, and the business cards were out and Mr Moustache was promising to hook him up when he came down.
We ended up chatting with the old fellows for a while and provided some NY restaurant suggestions in exchange for a round of beer. There was one guy—The Doctor, as another referred to him as—with an iPhone so we were able to get them mapped out well enough so they’d at least make their train at Grand Central tomorrow. Apparently, The Doctor was kinda in charge since “he is a Dr and is smart.” Ooooook…
Needless to say, NY is full of “strangers” (Note: NaBloPoMo) and you never know who you are going to meet. I could have honestly hung out with them all night. They were hysterical… in a ‘laughing with them, but add an extra chuckle at their accents’ kinda way.
After a while they ventured off to chow down on crappy appetizer platters, and MC turned to ask me if we should mention to them that we were democrats and that we voted for Obama. I Shhhhhh’d him instantly to which he said, “No? What about telling them that we’re pro-choice?”