Bar Nirvana
Turf Club demise aside, I may have discovered the perfect bar tonight. And within light-rail distance too. I'm not going to reveal the name, as I feel it's just too good to share (it will become obvious if I post the pics). Great local bands, casual atmosphere, pool, pull tabs, darts, tons of great looking women whom I might be persuaded to consider my type, cheap beer, and friendly.

I'll elaborate...

I show up with my photo gear. Pause at doorway, nobody gives me a second look. I figure, cool, no cover, start to enter. Mid-50ish woman stops me, says to mid-50ish guy, "Hey, did you check his bag?" Guy checks my bag, says "Is that an expensive camera?" I say yes. He says "You'll have to leave it with me." I say no. He laughs, says to the woman at the door... "It's cool, just guns, let him in." Later he comes up to me and says "Hey, you're not taking pictures. Stop being lazy and get to it."

I also run into the brains behind Voltage, who lets me know I'm about to be published in Mnpls-St.Paul magazine (part of preview for the upcoming second annual event, I had discussed it with her awhile back). I've had several near-brushes with publication... High Times, The New York Post, the Pogues cover... but apparently this one is set and they've done the layout, etc.

Also, apropos nothing, the Voltage organizer mentioned the Moorhead reference from The Big Lebowski. So you see, everything ties together.