At least in the DDR they let you drink
Last night I was out with some friends at a bar, and while I was involved in a conversation and looking the other way, one member of our group got into a tussle with the bartender and was thrown out of the place. He is the older boyfriend of a friend, an eccentric artist fellow from Austria. His girlfriend, who is twenty-six and looks younger, was asked for ID, and she didn't have any on her. The Austrian gave her sips from his wine, in view of the bartender, who said she couldn't drink or they would be thrown out. The Austrian starting yelling that the bartender was a self-important prig and that this was "worse than East Germany!" and he was, in fact, thrown out.
I somehow missed this entire exchange, being too involved in a discussion of "Rocky Racoon." I was left wondering what the etiquette is when a member of your party is forcibly ejected from your meeting-place. Are you all supposed to leave in solidarity? We did not do this; his girlfriend left with him, of course, but the rest of us stayed and drank and made merry, and distributed cupcakes to celebrate a birthday. I looked regretfully at the door once or twice, but that was about it. I might have had stronger feelings of guilt had I witnessed the incident. As it was, it felt like a surreal periphery to the evening.
I somehow missed this entire exchange, being too involved in a discussion of "Rocky Racoon." I was left wondering what the etiquette is when a member of your party is forcibly ejected from your meeting-place. Are you all supposed to leave in solidarity? We did not do this; his girlfriend left with him, of course, but the rest of us stayed and drank and made merry, and distributed cupcakes to celebrate a birthday. I looked regretfully at the door once or twice, but that was about it. I might have had stronger feelings of guilt had I witnessed the incident. As it was, it felt like a surreal periphery to the evening.
posted by fortuna at 10:23 AM
26 Comments:
speaking as someone who has been kicked out of bars, the whole party should leave in support of that person.
were you discussing the song or the character? I never much cared for the folksy mccartney tracks. I think martha my dear is what really split up the beatles.
I had never listened to the song that closely, and didn't realize Rocky was a man. This led to a discussion of alternate worlds where the man and racoon are more similar and interchangeable.
I think I would have left for anyone else in the group, but this guy is thought of, and has always been presented, as an eccentric and a character who is given to drama. So the assumption was that it was his fault--not on the merits of the particular case, but on his history. Which is perhaps unfair.
are you sure he was a man, and not an anthropomorphic raccoon who lost his woman and was given to misuse of firearms?
I think my mental picture had been an anthropomorphic racoon, maybe a cartoon. But the person I was talking to said it was a man, and could quote the song, which I couldn't do.
I thought at first that question three referred to the person who was kicked out of the bar. Is it more or less obligatory to leave in solidarity if your friend who is kicked out is an anthropomorphic raccoon who lost his woman and is given to use of firearms?
The second paragraph of text's first comment is so ridiculous that I will ignore it. I will say, however, that I think there is no clear evidence one way or another concerning R.R.'s species. "Now somewhere in the Black Mountain Hills of South Dakota there lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon" is not incompatible with his raccoonity, since it is obvious that in the context the narrator would use the word "boy" even for an anthropomorphic raccoon.
What happens if an anthropomorphic raccoon is given to use of firearms and use of firearms doesn't want him? Where does use of firearms get a refund/exchange?
See, Rocky is riveting.
I like lots of the mccartney tracks just not the folkstory/1920s love ballad kind. For instance, Mother Nature's Son will lull me in a sort of reverie, during which I may be petted by strangers and I will even eat apples fed by hand without biting.
An even greater mystery: what sort of animal is Gideon?
They should have recorded "wild" versions of all the folkstory/love ballad songs, not just "Honey Pie".
Wild Strawberry Fields, for instance.
No mystery, text. Gideon is an e-dingo.
Theorizing that a dingo could hotel-travel within his own postal code, Gideon stepped into the EvangeLeap accelerator and vanished. He woke to find himself trapped in a stuffy accomodation, gripping a seemingly infinite sack of bibles and driven by an unknown force to hide them in the furniture. Now Gideon finds himself being faxed from Days Inn to Best Western, striving to put books where there were none, and hoping each time that the next book will empty the sack, at last.
We must imagine Gideon the e-dingo happy.
EvangeLeap accelerator much appreciated.
I really liked the episode where Gideon lept into Lee Harvey Oswald. It totally changed history because dingos can't shoot very well.
He was aided in each adventure by his friend Maxwell Hammer quizzical studier of metaphysical science.
Thanks, f.
I never stay at the Lee Harvey Oswald, if I can help it.
you're missing out. most of the rooms have really excellent views.
Yes, but they're so understaffed.
If were going to start a new hotel, I would build it on a meridian and call it Lodgenitude.
"Rocky Racoon" is not the same type of song as "Martha My Dear" and "Honey Pie"! What is wrong with you people?
To change musical references, I now have running through my head "EvangeLeap, EvangeLeap, I think I love you"
I now have running through my head "EvangeLeap, EvangeLeap, I think I love you"
Ha HA! Success!
Rocky had an even less fortunate brother who angered the gods by warning Rocky not to go chase Dan and Nancy to the local saloon. The gods sent sea serpents (all the way from Washington State) to strangle Rocky's brother and his sons. His name was Raocoön.
*groaoön*
To maintain musical references, since the other day I've been singing (aloud and in my mind's ear) nothing but Matthew Sweet, mostly singles from 100% Fun. But also from Girlfriend. That guy wrote some catchy tunes.
I associate Matthew Sweet with the monster truck rally voice saying MULISSAH ETHERIDGE! because that's how they promoted his tour on my local radio station. It made sense, since one of them was opening for the other, but still, who's the only one who'll walk across the fire for you? Monster truck rally MULISSAH ETHERIDGE!
You have to drink when you play DDR.
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