Keri B.
Yelp
Randy, Dahrling, bring the car around would you, please? I am in DESPERATE need of a beverage. It is so unbearably hot and bright outside! Yes, dear, please just drive me down to my favorite bah on that BurNET Rd and do hurry. I am positively SWELTERING in this midday heat! I need someplace cool and dark to rest my eyes and my bones. Oh, and I mustn't forget my tiara! After all, I AM the Duchess!.........
Ahhh, here we are. Be a dear and get the door for me. There now, this place is just absolutely fabul.....
HOWDY YA'LL!! How you gentlemen doin in har? Make room for the Duchess of Buddy's! *giggles** Now, I know you "boys" have been coming here and probably sitting on your same stools for 30+ years and yet have neglected to "check in" on your phones or else you'd all be DUKES! You know, your "smart" phones??? Why you lookin at me like I'm a furreignor?? I'm speakin Ainglish, ain't I????
Yes, hon, I WOULD love a cold beer. Hmmm, so many to choose from!! Lemme try one of them there Lemon Shandy's! No, thank YOU, Sugar!! You Bartendresses here are just the SWEETEST! Yes, here's my credit card for the tab...I'll be over thar in the shuffleboard room, under the wall unit, afeedin the jukebox!
Ahhhhh, this is music for the soul! Music my Daddy raised me on! When a grown man can sing of cryin in his beer, his dead dog or killin somebody and he's a HERO. Amuricah!!! Waylon, Willie, and the boys....let's see, I'll need some Conway and Ray Price and oh yeah, Gearge Jaones! (but seriously, can't I get more than THREE songs for my dollar??) Baby, let's us cut the rug thar on the dancefloor!
Sigh...this has shore been what I needed! It's so nice and dark and cool in here...almost like time has stood still. In fact, I'm thinking about proddin some of them men in thar to see if they's alive! But still, a girl can lose herself in here...don't wurry about yer troubles or the heat or the traffic. What day is it again??
I LOVE being the Duchess of Buddy's, Home of Happiness (ahh, the irony)....the sad music, the old, weathered regulars, the cheap bear, that lingering smell of cigarette smoke soaked into the flooring like Honky Tonk tears....I aim to keep my title forever! (or at least until Mike L remembers to start checking in!)