Coupla Current Day Drunks - I

Monday, March 17, 2008 – 340 Clubber Randy Brown attempted to join my walk in Harrisburg; however he went to Coakley’s in New Cumberland, somewhere in Mechanicsburg, and to the Appalachian Brewing Company which is at least in Harrisburg albeit not downtown. I was walking Randy for cryin’ out loud.

In any case the crawl continued without him. I opened with a 32 oz Birthday Mug at lunch at Garrason’s with my lady … followed that up with a couple of beers at a great place on 3rd – The Tap room. It is a New York Yankee bar 365 days of the year and a big time St. Patty’s Day bar on the feast. I was met there by the venerable 78 yo Calobe Jackson plus a couple of other friends. Wanda’s was next for a qwickie. Al’s was next but it was too early for the hoes. Shady McGrady’s, with the best bartender – Scotty – in the City hosted me & Gary Signor and his son’s daughter’s mother in law or was it his son in law’s daughter for a couple. On to the Midtown for one. Next up was the Firehouse and the friendly visage of Dave Royer – 13th crawl – greeted me as I approached the door. Tim Bucher and his wife Theresa were inside and awaiting our arrival. They traveled the farthest having come up from Downingtown. I must admit; I am hazy even at this early hour. Was Digger here? I think so; he no longer drinks but I do. Hence I’m unsure. Next was – and I’m sure Digger was with us know – Zembie’s for a couple of pitchers. Then on to the diner to eat dinner.

Now, the back nine. On to the Pep … and a flaming Dr. Pepper; thank you Schen & Ed? (Ed’s son at least) … skipping Molly Branigan’s to meet Keith and Louise at Scott’s where they ate dinner. I don’t think I ate again. I hope not. On to Ceolta’s where I semi-crashed. It was Tim, Theresa, Keith, Louise, Digger may have left. Dave I’m not sure about. Kara Ruby was there and said hello. I was in deep water and just sort of drifted. If you can’t swim and ever went in the ocean where your feet are no longer touching you know what I mean next thing I knew I was a couple of hundred feet down the beach and never found my way back. On to The Quarter, I hope Tim & Keith did also, I’d like for them to have seen it. Nobody there. On to the St. Moritz – CLOSED! On to Garrason’s for maybe one. On to Mercado’s for three … which definitely was three more than I need. Bottom-line was 14 bars, 24 beers, and a flaming hot of something. Now I am fifty-seven.