From Rhonda, The Station

this will not be a terribly long post because i am feeling crappy as a result of drinking and being ridiculous last night. but, the blog is empty and that makes me sad. almost as sad as being at work right now is making me feel. (but not quite.) so, to make me feel better... my first post!


i love our house, for many many reasons. i love our super cool stove and the skylights and giant backyard; i love the tub with jets and the views and my roommates and neighbors.

but i really love that it's next to the station.

the station, our bar, is a very short walk downhill from our house and a very long walk back up depending on my state of inebriation. it has everything i require in a bar, namely rum, but also very cool bartenders who forgive our alcoholic ways and against all better judgment still give us the darts. on sundays there are live bands (which brings up completely different story, but that must wait) and the back room, which we frequently take over, has become an extension of our living room.

we are quite possibly the best and worst regular bar patrons at station. there are always several of us and massive consumption of spirits leads to empty wallets (good) and usually vomit (bad) and some rather interesting interactions with other patrons (Danny = good, Rio = bad, The Band = weird)

if tonight we go to the station, i know for a fact that i will have a hangover and a kick ass story tomorrow morning. i really do love that bar.


The harsh, useful things of the world, from pulling teeth to digging potatoes, are best done by men who are as starkly sober as so many convicts in the death-house, but the lovely and useless things, the charming and exhilarating things, are best done by men with, as the phrase is, a few sheets in the wind. ~H.L. Mencken, Prejudices, Fourth Series, 1924