Black Wednesday Arrives
I haven't missed it since turning 21. Even in 2020 when the bars were shut down, I opened a bar in my basement, complete with lots of hand sanitizer and two air purifiers. Funny, not too many people came, but those who did, got great burgers from a local bar that needed the business.
That local bar later shut down, in 2021.
It hurt, to be honest. It didn't pit-bull-latched-onto-my-crotch hurt, but it hurt. Back in the 1990s, it was hopping and packed on Black Wednesday. My dad and I would get there at 2:30 so we could save a large table for family and friends. Great conversation with my dad, much of it just listening to songs from the jukebox, then evading questions from later arrivals about how much we had already drank.
Fond memories, shuttered.
But marijuana has ridden in and saved the day. Local pot entrepreneuers needed to put their revenue some place (banks can't let them deposit it), so they bought that local bar and renovated it. It re-opened last Friday.
The community is buzzing. They expect a vigorous young crowd at that old renovated honky tonk tonight.
Me? I ain't so vigorous anymore and I ain't young, but I am the same age as my dad when we started getting there at 2:30 to save a table, so that's what my sons and I are doing at 4:00 (the owner doesn't think they'll get busy until well after 5:00). All four are ready, willing, and able to man the tables with me.
My liver quaketh.
Have a great holiday weekend, everyone, and I hope you're enjoying the revitalized TDE.