Bands, Beers and Old Boyfriends

By agnosticnun

Sun, 20 Oct 2019
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Bands, beers and old boyfriends don’t mix.

It’s good beer though, malty and brown

And it’s only the heat of alcohol going down,

That makes me feel warm. Right. Old habits die hard.

The music’s raucous blues and the battered wood of the bar

Digs into my elbows.

 

His eyes say, I know you. They say, you trust me.

Those eyes lie.

I see only my reflection,

I'm sitting here alone.

But with him I remember feeling home.

 

Maybe it’s the greasy cheese pierogies

The way they always use too much bacon

That keeps me coming back here.

Or maybe it’s the beer, after all.

But bands, beers and old boyfriends

Don’t mix.

 

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Nice IP response!

 

Submitted by agnosticnun on

Thank you!

Kristi

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

It looks as if the good beer is the only attractive proposition and that the combination of raucous music, ex (lying) boyfriends and greasy - too salty - cheesy snacks is off-putting and to be avoided.
But, as you say, habits die hard and it is difficult to change routine.

Cheers. smiley 
Luigi x
 

 

 

Submitted by agnosticnun on

Well... the music isn't always that bad.
But yes. 

smiley

Kristi

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Thrashed. Glad that life is behind me, only the first half-an-hour is so that pleasant that warm feeling of companionship and cameraderie happy chatting laughter and that. That elusive feeling of belonging. The girls all are beautiful. Well and then the rest is horrible. A rather expensive way to get miserable. And risky.

You go through three stages, first you become attractive (beautiful, check the mirror!) then  intelligent (clever/wise); and then you get beaten up (thrashed).

Don't miss any of it, and as for old girlfriends, or new, drinking buddies, meet in a bar, marry in church and divorce in court. I would rather start in church and skip the drinking part and the court.

Thanks Kirstin, for the trip down memory lane!

Tom Brown

 

Submitted by agnosticnun on

All that, and I'm getting to that age where really I know better. 

Kristi

Submitted by Nolan on

Yes, you get beautiful, you get clever, you get funny, you get strong, you get a hiding.

 

Submitted by agnosticnun on

That sums it up!

Kristi