Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Raising the Bar...

Reverse Happy Hour? I can imagine it now: you walk in and hear something from a jukebox loaded with Janice Ian, Loretta Lynn and Morrissey. The Karaoke hasn't started up yet, but when it does there is only one song choice. The bar napkins aren't printed with trivia questions, instead you read statistics for things like car crashes, divorces and bed bug infestations. There are no drink specials. There are no cocktail peanuts. There might be, however, a performance artist whose props include stage blood, a painting by Margaret Keane and a powerpoint presentation outlining the effects of global warming...

But what do I know?

17 comments:

Kaori said...

I was kind of hoping it meant every hour is happy hour, instead os just a limited time ;-)

Judy Williams said...

My thoughts were yours too, Laurie but after looking it up, it's a time during the end of the drinking evening instead of the usual early one. There are listings for reverse happy hours all over the internet.

I rather like your description better. The wait staff never smiles. The bartender is crying, and the only drink special is stale beer.

Mister Earl said...

Actually, it's an the announcement for a City Council meeting.

dbdubya said...

Mr. Earl may have hit on something.

More signs of a reverse happy hour. The bartenders all seek advice from the customers. Men attend "boys night out" and go in groups and avoid eye contact with the predatory women who are cheating on their husbands. When a man wants to go to the rest room, he announces to his pals, "I'm going to the men's room - anyone care to join me?" The TV's are all tuned to Lifetime Channel and show nothing but chick flicks. Drinks are double price and instead of buffalo wings and nachos, the preferred appetizers are tea sandwiches.

Mister Earl said...

DBW: ;-)

Mister Earl said...

Did you hear about the new movie about the South Pasadena City Council? It's called "Four Babies and a Man."

WV: dicsopor. (That too!)

Laurie said...

Ha ha ha! I knew this would get you guys involved...

Judy, I looked it up, too. What a bizarre term. Extended happy hour or late night happy hour makes sense.

But anyway, you know how I like to imagine the story. Carry on...

dbdubya said...

I think a late night happy hour is kind of dumb. Traditional happy hour bridges the gap after work. You show up sober. A late night happy hour encourages more drinking after you've often been already drinking. Promotes all kinds of problems.

Hey shweethart, les jus go for one more drinky-poo.

TheChieftess said...

Uh-oh...I seem to remember hearing that happy hour at the Westin in Mammoth is a late night one...one of the few places you can get food after 10pm!!!

I'm astounded that there actually is a "reverse happy hour" concept...good sleuthing Judy!!!

Pasadena Adjacent said...

you had me with Margaret Keane. I kind of like the concept "Man of many consonants" has come up with. Better a predator then prey

wv: droll

Mister Earl said...

I grew up in the Bay Area, and Keane paintings were everywhere. I never thought of them as sad until now. Just thought of them as big eyes.

Reverse happy hour: Well drinks are $15 each. Beer $10. Potato Skins $18. Calamari: $22.

Anonymous said...

HILARIOUS!

Trish said...

I'm tired, but decided to cruise by and have a looksee.

When I'm tired, I don't cope so well...and my dyslexia shines thru loud and clear...I read this as "Reserved Happy Hour". Well...what ELSE would we have in SoPas but a reserved, quiet, pleasant happy hour?!?! The sidewalks roll up at 9pm!

Then I read the comments. Oh, reverse. Which, actually, is kind of funny considering my dyslexia!!!

going to bed now that I've provided humor for the night!

wv: tedgingu---my spelling of "The gin's in you" now that I'm so tired!

Jim said...

Prices double. And some call it "sad hour".

Diana said...

And maybe they have misfortune cookies?

MG said...

That's so clever, Laurie.

Laurie said...

Thanks, everyone!