punk bar scenes

__2004-10-02 @ 11:28 p.m._______ I went to a punk rock bar to meet some frineds from work. I get there and immediately feel overdressed and out of place. So I order my standard PBR and I could just feel the approval of the bartender chick. This place is like punk rock hipster heaven. The first thing I thought was "damn, thank god I didn't wash my hair today- the grease factor is working in my favor here." Next drink I order is (still haven't met with said friends) Jim Beam and coke- and it's fucking huge. I listen to a Buzzcocks song, bobbed my head like I was oh so familar with its nuances, and waited for a familiar face...and waited. I finished the beam and coke and walked out after a quick glance through the bar one last time. I was kind of stood up I guess. But the thing that I forgot to do was call and confirm plans. I screwed up, really. I didn't tell the people from work that I was coming for sure and when I went in today they were like "dude, what did you do last night? We tried calling you to get you to come out but you never returned our call. We ended up going to Radio." I was like "Shit, I went to Ruby Room and was like, waiting around for you guys to show up." Kind of sucked. Totally would have been a good co-worker bonding deal. Oh well. Maybe we can meet at a different bar though. << | >>