Whiskey Dix

Ah, memories. Aren’t they just fantastic?

Last October, CPT and I went to go see a show at the Electric Factory in Philadelphia, PA. We got to Philly wicked early, and decided that getting highly intoxicated was our best bet for the afternoon. Luckily, there is this bar right next to the Electric Factory, and CPT and I had no problem sideling on up to it. Well, a few hours of heavy drinking ensues, and by the time show-time was rolling around, we were bombed. I don’t remember if this next move was intentional or not, but for some reason, CPT left a credit card that was not functioning at the bar, and never actually closed our tab.

Many hours, and many free drinks later, the show had ended and we were hanging out with our friends in the band backstage. I was standing in one of the hallways, doing something (although I cannot remember what) when a slightly familiar face begins walking towards me, with two police officers in tow. At this point, I am not sure how I know this guy, I just know he looks really angry, he has two cops with him, and he is walking directly towards me. This dude got right up in my face, and says to me; "Where the hell is your friend? " Confused, I inquired as to which friend he meant, and he told me he was referring to CPT. I asked the guy what it was in reference to, and he told me it was regarding the bar tab from earlier in the day.

Not wanting to embarrass anyone involved (or get anyone in trouble, keep in mind, there were two cops accompanying this guy and we were backstage at a rock and roll show), I slyly went in to a room and caught CPT’s eye. I suggested that she come in to the hallway immediately, and although she looked confused (and pretty pissed that I was taking her away from all the fun) she followed me out the door. Anyway, the bartender was pissed, she hadn’t closed the tab and he wanted his money, or else the cops that were with him were going to arrest her. She gave him a wad of cash and apologized.

Now, you may wonder why I am telling this story, since it happened months ago. I have somehow ended up on this bars mailing list, and I get e-mails from them bi-weekly informing me of the activities that will be happening at the bar. I could probably get off the mailing list very easily (for I don’t live in Philly and have no need to know about the events at this bar), but every time I open up my inbox and see an e-mail from Whiskey Dix (that’s right, the bar is named Whiskey Dix) I can’t help but smile. The moral of the story: don’t get bombed and leave a bad credit card at a bar (either that or stop going places with CPT, trouble follows this girl like nobodies business).