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| - After a brief hiatus with the Palo Verde, I returned. For a while there, I was seeing the same people time and time again and I feared that I was becoming a regular so for months I stayed away.
I came back over the weekend and I'm glad I did. When you go to the PV, sometimes there's a band playing. Man, the PV does not need a band to be playing there. The place is tiny. When people are dancing and singing and what have ya, the temperature inside increases by maybe fifteen degrees. The humidity raises. It's disgusting.
Other times, the place is just too crowded with douchebags who scream, "WHOOH!" each time they do a shot, and of course they won't just do one. No. If you say whooh, chances are you like saying it and you're going to use any and every opportunity to say it. You'll take a shot to say it, you'll put a song on the jukebox you like or meet eyes with an attractive girl. Whooh!
Saturday night, I feared that maybe these two options were in effect. But, no. It was dead and I sat there for a few hours with my sister and my friend and we kicked back, watching Dinocroc and then Dinocroc VS Supergator. Unfortunately we missed Supergator by itself but we did see the ultimate VERSUS match. I shot the shit with the bartender/owner Chuck for a bit. I asked him how much he thought the movie Dinocroc cost to make and he said, "I dunno... not as much as E.T., not as much as Star Wars, but probably more than.... Blair Witch?"
Chuck told me one time he tried call Domino's Pizza because he had the number memorized. He fucked up on two numbers and accidentally called 1-800-Condoms I convinced him to call 1-800-pee-on-me and he did. I saw his face sour and he was like, "Ah, man, nice sound effects...."
It's a great bar. I love going there, it's just such a nice, chill atmosphere and the drinks are dirt cheap.
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