Come to Dr. J's Place

Bride has been working at Dr J's Place, and she's got some shifts for Frankenstein there too.  It's a beautiful place with cool fixtures and fringe and a long, winding bar.  There are American flags and pictures of Barack Obama all over the place.  The staff is very nice.  It's a classic place with classic music ("Rock - Dusties - Blues" as the sign says, but a lot of soul, too.)

Last night, we were sitting at home, minding our own business, when I got a phone call from Frankenstein.   Game 7 is on TV.  Nobody is out.  Mrs J's is tired and she is ready to close the bar, at 9PM.  Frankenstein doesn't like the facebook, doesn't "get" social media, etc.  He has 600 friends to my 100, but OK.  That's what happens when you tend bar all over town and are in two bands.  I know it's true that he only logs on once a month or so.

The bar is going to close for the night!  Not good business.  Even if nobody is there, don't close, because somebody might show up.  And if it's closed, maybe next time they won't bother trying, and there's another customer lost.  The clientele is already aging, declining.  Bride of Frankenstein is trying very hard to help revitalize this long-term, local, very small business.



We need some help, says Frankenstein.  Nobody here, Mrs J's is falling asleep and wants to close.  He wants a "flash crowd?"  Flash mob.  Yeah, that's it.  I can't get ten people to a party, but alright, I'll see what I can do.  Get people in here!

Mrs HM is resistant.  We are homebodies, we never go out to bars.  If a band one of us /really/ likes is playing, there's a 50-50 chance we'll make it out.  We are busy breaducating and lawn ordering, petting nuggets and playing string.  Staying home is fun.  But I will do what I can.  It's easier for me.  Mrs HM needs to get a bike, but I have one.

I sent text messages and facebook posts and headed out.  There were four people there.  Three bartenders and one regular.  We talked, I was there for an hour.  I had to get home because I promised Mrs HM I wouldn't be long, and anyway I have to work in the morning.  It's too bad nobody else showed up.  But hell, I get it.  It takes a lot to get me out of the house on short notice.  It takes a lot to get me out on long notice.

I got home and found Mrs HM in the back yard.  And then Mrs Vk called.  She got my message.  She has totally rallied.  A bunch of people going to the bar.  Oh, good, but I just got home...she'll pick me up.  Three minutes later, she races around the corner.  Mrs HM and I hop in.  Pickup truck.  Three in the cab and three in the bed.  We went to Dr J's and had a good time. You should go to Dr J's and have a good time, too.