Full Moon Saloon

September 28th, 2007

Tonight I revisited an old honky tonk bar by the light of the full but waning moon on the island where I used to live. Bert’s Bar on Friday night is a shadow of its former self, but I met myself coming and going. Gone the mushroomed hippies and carpenters, gone the raucous vibe when the Sensible Pumps played, gone our former younger we’ll-live-forever selves. But still…there was fried shrimp and fried flounder, French fries and cole slaw and a band tuning up in the corner. There were people I’d never met before, from Ohio and Boston, and that kind of feeling after the first glass of bad wine that they might be your new best friends and the realization after your second glass of bad wine that they won’t be, ever, never. And then you see ghosts of yourself out of the corner of your eye–there I am the night the crazy stalker followed me home, there I am in line for the bathroom with my best friend, there I am younger and less wise and so much wilder, over there at the pool table, never fearing a day-long hangover. The people from Ohio and Boston talked about the Pope and real estate values, and it was time to go home. Time to drive across the bridge off the island I used to know. Time to say goodbye to that, hello to this.

2 Responses to “Full Moon Saloon”

  1. the saint says:

    bert’s is more like an Elvis Impersonator than Bert’s.

    don’t ever go in there again.

  2. Anonymous says:

    yes more ghastly than ghostly, and no I never will…frida