Tristan gets a head rush after an ice water drinking contest with Fredo.
I wasn’t exactly having a banner day on Tuesday, so I knew it was going to be a night for some serious beer drinking.
I haven’t been around much lately, so The Beer Drinker was understandably surprised when I called him up and told him to activate the Bat Signal. As usual, though, he was ready to roll.
We called up Fredo, and then we just had to decide where to go. The answer was easy. Home base – the Press Room.
Now, The Beer Drinker and I have spent a ton of time over the past year at the Press Room. And one night we seemed to wind up there pretty frequently was Tuesday night, not exactly a big night for drinking in the city – especially if it’s not summer.
Tuesday night is Open Mic Night at the PR, and it’s always been a pretty depressing scene. A while back, Tristan talked about trying to spice things up a bit and draw in bigger crowds. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when we walked in Tuesday night and the joint was packed. And not just full of BDR regulars, but new faces as well. You had Boots standing there by the beam, with the footwear up to her knees, and a large posse of what appeared to be either UNH seniors or young townies. Definitely not regular Press Room tenants. Where these people came from is beyond me, but I’m guessing they were drawn by the talent at Open Mic Night.
In the past, Open Mic Night would consist of a couple old dudes with guitars, singing some bad Dylan covers. Not good times. If you were lucky, William Wallace would sing a Scottish ditty that would get the 4 or 5 people in the bar stomping their feet and clapping, but even that was a rarity.
But on Tuesday, there was some real talent in the house. You had the guy and girl on the piano sounding great, and you had an attractive blonde folk singer who blew everyone away as well. Even the dude playing “Hallelujah” wasn’t too shabby.
Maybe that’s why the crowd was so great. Or maybe it was the Roxy Rolles that was on tap. I drank about four of those myself, and damn, they were tasty.
Overall, it was quite a night, and just what I needed. Made me remember why I love Portsmouth so much.
– Mr. X
That’s funny you are calling her Boots because The Captain often refers to The Girl Who Reads Penguin Classics as “Boots” as well.
Of course, Miss Penguin Classics seems to be favoring her footwear over the books lately — at least when I see her at work.
– The Beer Drinker
Magic Hat just sent me a press package of beer including the Roxy Rolles, Howl–Winter season black lager and the Winter American Sour Ale ….I’m eager to try the Roxy after what you’ve been writing about it!
Damn, we need to get one of these so-called press packets.
We do more writing about beer than anyone ’round these parts.
– The Beer Drinker
Wait, so was it THE Girl Who Reads or Boots? Or both?
You guys should learn how to write.
Calm down, Captain. It’s wasn’t “the” Boots you are so fond of. It was this other woman that Mr. X noticed.
I haven’t spotted The Girl Who Reads Penguin Classics anywhere other than her local workplace as of late. I am sure she will make another appearance there this week for The Big Show.
Lots of her kind will come to watch that one.
– The Beer Drinker
Yeah, Beer Drinker, how come we don’t get any press packets? I was just happy to win a free bottle opener for drinking Magic Hat…
It was a fun night, it was nice to have a Tuesday with you fellows. As sort of a thank you for bringing them aboard, Magic Hat gave us a keg of the Roxy, the only condition being that we had to sell cheap beer. So it’s $3 Magic Hats ’till the keg kicks! See ya’ll around.