<p>I love One for My baby and One more for the Road. Such a great "bar" song (I have the Kenny G version with All the Way on my Ipod).</p>
<p>Hey I just want a seat at the bar like my idol Norm Peterson from Cheers. The problem is that I have to go to work. I tell the dog each morning that I must leave because we are not independely wealthy and she takes too much pride in being a super mutt. Just does not want to make the transition to show dog because it is not a reflection of her true self. </p>
<p>This morning as I sang Gwen Stefani's if I was a Rich Girl to the dog, she laid out on the floor and ga ve me such a look. My daughter comes out of her room and asks me what was I doing to the dog. I explained to her that this is our ritual every morning and she had just been out of the loop. I asked Stacy (the dog) if she wanted to hear her other song, and proceeded to sing "Just Be Thankful for what You Got " (Diamond in the back, sun roof top, digging the scene with the gansta lean). Daughter shook her head at me then I thanked her getting up to walk the dog (I knew that would do the trick). </p>
<p>Does their reaction mean that I won't be able to be a headliner, possibly an opening act? I guess I'll just have to wait until Amateur Night to perform on Sinner's Alley.</p>
<p>By the way, what exactly did Norm do for a living, and why is it that Vera never came to the bar to join him for a drink?</p>
<p>The picture you paint is exactly what I see-- the sort of seedy that is not dirty or scary but homey, comfortable, & maybe a tiny bit tacky... but fun! Absolutely there is a pool table. </p>
<p>We called them great "dive bars" in college, but it is really not a bad characterization; it's just because they are not chi chi. I picture the local hang out bar in a medium sized town, where everyone knows you & nobody is dressed up. The kind of place where a friend would take your keys if you got sloppy.</p>
<p>Actually, our "Alley" sounds alot like the one in Cheers. I always like places where "everybody knows your name...." and the thought of listening to "Disco Duck" excites me no end.</p>
<p>Now here's another fun game....it's about 11:30 at night, several drinks into all of us to where we feel very companionable and confiding...
What's the best peice of advice you ever got from a parent? AND
What's the best peice of advice you ever gave one of your children?</p>
<p>Mine:
From Parent: To Thine Ownself Be True...</p>
<p>Greybeard,
That's a great selection on the jukebox! I shuddered when you reminded me Disco Duck is on there. I've been trying to forget what happened in '78 ever since then..:eek:</p>
<p>SBMom,
Absolutely a pool table and calling it a "dive bar" is fine by me. I've had a lot of fun in dives. Maybe we just have a different conception of seedy. </p>
<p>Sybbie,
I think there's a bandstand, or at least a band corner. I don't see why there can't be an amateur night. Norm was an accountant. I think his profession may have justified all the time he spent in the bar. Vera was only seen one time on the show, after she had hit with a pie in the face during a Thanksgiving food fight. Of course the pie was still in place, so her face was never seen. Hmmmm...To paraphrase an older saying about pool players: A thorough knowledge of old TV shows is a sign a a misspent youth. :o</p>
<p>Crash,
My father advised me to hit the nail and not my thumb. I've always found it to be sound advice. </p>
<p>For my children, "Go ask your mother!" has usually been effective if not appreciated.</p>
<p>Sybbie, you're thinking of the Birdcage, down the street. That was Lola behind the bar, and Tony dancing around on stage with the feathers in his hair. Remember? You came in with no shoes, and the bartender told you, "No shoes, no service!" So, you hopped up on the bar, emptied out a couple of cheese nip baskets, and put them on your feet? </p>
<p>Or, maybe you're thinking of the Mos Eisley Cantina. Rough place, and talk about seedy! I could bring a few of my friends over, if you'd like, dado. We'll need a very large booth and a flea collar dispenser in the bathroom for the Wookies.</p>
<p>And, as a matter of fact, Alumother, sluggs do have a vein, but only one. It throbs from time to time. Usually, when progress reports come out. ::::slurrrrrrrp:::: ;)</p>
<p>Lots of Bob Marley on the jukebox. When they play Redemption Song, as sinners, we all get teary-eyed. I hope names of previous generations have been carved on the walls of the booths, and that my children will find my initials there some day. </p>
<p>Well if sluggs have veins just sidle up to the intravenous dispenser. It's a special feature of this local spot.</p>
<p>If the basket shoes weren't enough, I just hope I wasn't dancing on the tables to Disco Duck because those yellow baskets could indeed ass for web feet. At least with Redemption Song, I could just sway, bounce a little , sing in a key that only I can sing in and think that I'm cool.</p>
<p>Actually, Sybbie, the cheese nip baskets only fit your feet (I'm a size 10) so I've staggered over to join those cute (if macho) Australian guys in a rousing game of darts. Whoa boy!</p>
<p>By the way, there's also alot of gum under the tables - the kind my S liked to peel off and eat when he was three...</p>
<p>Doddsdad: OK, the bar won't be that tame since many of our regs are highly opinionated, but we still need some disreputable customers and some real seediness.</p>