Dick's Last Resort
Before we left the east bay to go on our San Diego trip, there was a bar Autumn told me about that she really wanted to go to, no matter what. It was located in the Gas Lamp district, which is really nothing more than a tourist trap collection of overpriced shops and restaurants. The place Autumn wanted to go to was a huge bar called Dick's Last Resort. She liked packs of matches Dick's gave away, and she wanted a bunch more of them. I think she was running low on them around her apartment. Each pack of matches had a full color vintage photo from the 1950s or 60s of a hot topless bombshell broad showing off her rack. And let me tell you I have never seen finer vintage racks on matches or women anywhere.
When we got to Dick's and walked through the front doors, I cringed at what I saw inside. The whole place was packed with drunk frat-boys and off duty military dolts. Every single one of them was out of control. Shit was all over the floor. Everyone was being obnoxious and rowdy. People were throwing food. Hanging from the ceiling behind the bar there were dozens of bras. I could barely hear anything Autumn was saying to me thanks to the shitty local band playing corny 70s and 80s covers of cock rock, badly. Fifty well stewed drunkards were bouncing off each other on the dancefloor.
Autumn and I sat at the bar and got a couple of beers while we observed the mess and tried to take it all in. She discreetly pointed out a loser that waited for any woman to walk within ten feet of him and then do his sexy dance for her as she passed by. After a few girls passed him by pointing to their friends and laughing, he started taking off his clothes while doing the sexy dance. By then a small crowd of people stopped to stand around watching the idiot make a fool of himself.
The bar had small buckets placed here and there filled to the brim with the books of matches Autumn so desperately wanted. Plenty of different ones to choose from as I don't think I saw any duplicates with the same badass chick on the cover. Both of us greedily grabbed handfuls of them and loaded our pockets up. It had to be done. When Autumn decided we had nabbed enough books of matches, we got up and left to head back to the hotel. After one beer a piece we'd had enough of the mayhem and noise at Dick's Last Resort.
When we got to Dick's and walked through the front doors, I cringed at what I saw inside. The whole place was packed with drunk frat-boys and off duty military dolts. Every single one of them was out of control. Shit was all over the floor. Everyone was being obnoxious and rowdy. People were throwing food. Hanging from the ceiling behind the bar there were dozens of bras. I could barely hear anything Autumn was saying to me thanks to the shitty local band playing corny 70s and 80s covers of cock rock, badly. Fifty well stewed drunkards were bouncing off each other on the dancefloor.
Autumn and I sat at the bar and got a couple of beers while we observed the mess and tried to take it all in. She discreetly pointed out a loser that waited for any woman to walk within ten feet of him and then do his sexy dance for her as she passed by. After a few girls passed him by pointing to their friends and laughing, he started taking off his clothes while doing the sexy dance. By then a small crowd of people stopped to stand around watching the idiot make a fool of himself.
The bar had small buckets placed here and there filled to the brim with the books of matches Autumn so desperately wanted. Plenty of different ones to choose from as I don't think I saw any duplicates with the same badass chick on the cover. Both of us greedily grabbed handfuls of them and loaded our pockets up. It had to be done. When Autumn decided we had nabbed enough books of matches, we got up and left to head back to the hotel. After one beer a piece we'd had enough of the mayhem and noise at Dick's Last Resort.
posted by factory_peasant at 8:23 PM
2 Comments:
the loser at the bar, the one doing nasty dances for teh wimmens, was his name dennis C.?
cahill said Dangerous D is working retail now. i already forgot where.
don't worry. in honor of you i'll probably do a Dangerous D post titled "500 dollars".
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