That Old Dude (at the Bar)
It’s not easy to admit you’re not wanted. That someone has moved on from you.
Once, you were everything. Exciting. Perfect. Made for each other. Finish each other’s thoughts. Made one whole unit.
Then one day, you look around you and you think “Wait. Where did ummm? … who is this person?”
I am talking about a beer bar. (Did you think it was something else, maybe?)
I recently realized I am too old to be at a local beer bar called “Goldstein’s”.
Nobody told me to leave, but brother, THAT is the vibe.
Even though I may not be wanted, I still can’t bring myself to leave. I still want to come back. Why am I like this? I must find a way to move on.
It’s all rather pathetic of me, I know. Who wants to go somewhere where the person beer bar doesn’t get excited when you come through the door? Me, I guess.
Thank you for reading and hanging with me here. I hope you are doing okay. If you’re not, just know that you won’t be bad forever and maybe some beer bar is waiting for you to walk through the door and won’t care how old you are and loves who you are.
Hope this helps.
-Mikey
Peace. Beer. Metal.
Sorry. I just felt the need to add this one due to today’s theme.
Interesting, from what I've heard, I bet Goldstein's has a LOT more old guys since Sequoia closed, at least in the 3 to 5 pm ish time.
I’m late to this one, maybe cus I’m old 😂🤣, I feel you Mikey… but I’ve noticed one thing here in LA, the 40+ crowd does day drinking at breweries then fishing the evenings at a beer bar/ Tap bar . When I walk into a brewery, the vibe when the sun is out is all directed to me and my crew ( wife, my friends 45+ , my son, son’s friends 23+) once the the sun starts to set all attention is directed to the crowd of YD (young drinkers) and we are lost to the dusk. When at a beer bar, the staff tends to be a mixture of my age 45+ and my sons age 25+, which makes me feel at home. There at Glendale Tap , as you walk into from the patio or front door your greeted by a smile and a raised half empty glass of beer with dry lacing clinging to the inside of the glass letting you know , there is no rush, from the 60something year old LDr (local drinker) . You’ll get some YDs that will hang for beer or two then head out to a bar or paperback brewery around the corner. By 10pm the vibe changes back to day drinking, classic rock and old skool HipHop .
Cheers Mikey,
I’m raising my half drank glass of beer with lacing hanging tuff as you walk into Glendale Tap.🍺