Sunday, May 23, 2010
If you can't find me...
Just the name of it oozes freedom and randomness. It's a hole...but it's a hole on a beach. It's Buffett and Marley wrapped around Zen. It's a place where spirits are shared and secrets are bared. It's where you make a fool of yourself...but don't be a fool. It's Jack Keourac, Humphrey Bogart, James Dean or Benjamin Braddock cool. It's a place where you can go and start off alone and end up at a table of ten. It's where your tab runs high one day and then everybody else is buying the next. It's a place to clear the mind and cleanse the soul. It's where advice is free...and lacking attitude. It's a rare find...but you see it everywhere. Decompress? When you walk in you completely forget to compress in the first place. It's a slice of heaven...that looks kind of like hell. Conversation? Always. Smiles? Everywhere.
It's my little Utopia.
If you ever can't find me for awhile...look it up....I will probably be there.
The bar stools are ungodly high...
...but the climb is worth it.