Modern Polymath

            For those of you who actually follow this website, you may have been wondering what happened to my ‘Friday Night at Bradley’s’ post last week.  Well, Vanity and I did go, but we were both is a poor mood, for no good reason, and didn’t stay long.  There really wasn’t much to write about.  This week though, may just make up for it.

            When Vanity and I were about to pull into the city parking lot for our Bradley’s Friday Night, the parking lot attendant stopped us in the middle of the street, asking what time we were going to leave.  By no means was he polite about it, it was literally:  “What time you leavin’?”  Since I was going to a bar, I answered: “I have no idea.”  I looked at the entrance to the lot, and noticed someone sitting in an office chair, directly in the center of the entranceway.  The attendant responded: “Well I ain’t lettin’ you in then.”  We exchanged a few words (which I’ll detail in another post), and we parked on the Weber, on the same block as Bradley’s. 

            Vanity discovered she likes Hefeweisen in addition to the Belgian Whites.  She’s now decided she can’t say she doesn’t like beer.  After chatting amongst ourselves for a little while, we decided to take our beers outside (which we usually do), and grab a table to enjoy the nighttime summer weather.  We were soon bombarded with a group of girls singing way too loudly, but the noise was made into some form of entertainment when a guy sitting near them would join in.  When Vanity tried to drown out the noise with her yelling rendition of Puff the Magic Dragon, it got a little quieter, except for my laughing.  The singers soon left, and it was a normal crowd again.

            Sitting outside, I get a nice vantage point on who is coming into the bar before they walk through the door.  When it was time to get another beer, I had a list of people to say hi to, and then get the beer.  After ordering, I heard the strangest question ever.  The bartender asked: “Micah, which card is yours?”  I stood in confusion for a moment, thinking, well genius; it’s the one that says ‘Micah’ on it.  But then I realized she meant there was more than one.  I told her my last name, then went back outside with my beer to find out who the other Micah was.  I tracked him down, introduced myself, and we agreed since I was older and was born in Stockton, that he needed to go.  There was only room for one Micah in that bar.  (Just kidding.  The ‘other’ Micah was pretty cool, so I guess I’ll let him stay.  :D)

            Mikey, James and Melissa show up, and Mikey and I share stories of the past with the rest of the group.  I think Vanity enjoyed hearing them the most.  Someone in the background asked me to show his friend my back (if you didn’t know, I have a massive tattoo on my back), so when I turned around and lifted up my shirt, Melissa immediately remarked:  “Wow, you’ve gained some weight.”  Yeah thanks, I did.  I also quit smoking.  But anyway, I’ll be looking online for a used Bowflex system.  :D

When decided it was time to go home, I waited for the other bartender to finish what looked like a serious conversation with his girlfriend.  I didn’t mind the wait, but Eric made him stay on his toes.  We chatted a bit, and he hadn’t seen his girlfriend in a while, and they were having trouble with his hectic schedule.  He’s in law school, and I could relate.  I remember when I was in Law School and working.  It’s no picnic.  Then comes Matt, who is in his final year of Law School at Humphries.  I went there, and shared first year with Matt’s mom.  We chatted a bit, and Vanity and I left for the night.

If anyone else has had problems with that parking lot attendant, let me know.