Sometimes, a G&G Girl can go home again.
Last night for example, the Girls visited a bar they used to practically live at, but hadn’t been to in months, and it was like they’d never left. The drinks were still free, the bouncer was still a dick, and visiting the bathroom still required donning a hazmat suit. It was great.
Some loser drank too much and started picking fights and had to be escorted out while yelling that he was a Jewish white supremacist. All in a night’s work. The crazytown drunk regular that everyone loves was there, taking a break every two and a half hours to go outside for a cigarette. Then he’d come back in, order another round and regale everyone with his stories that always contain way too much information. “My lady’s lost the urge,” he said, “Ever since she’s hit the menopause, she just doesn’t have the urge. It’s been…(he pauses to do the math and take another swig)…four years and seven months since we’ve had relations. So you know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna get myself a nice Chinese girl. Not a trashy one off the street, a nice one.”
Ok Ed, ok. Thanks. “God bless you girls,” he utters every few minutes, “God bless you. Two intelligent, nice, beautiful girls.”
As they sat there, listening to Ed, drinking their free beer in the dim, half empty bar with the painted plywood floors, they couldn’t help but think, “It’s good to be back.” And when the bartender busted out some complementary shots for the entire bar, well, it just got even better.