Conference At Three Birds

The Packers were playing the 49ers tonight and Brendan felt he needed some support. I'm not a Packer fan but to keep family harmony I went up to Three Birds on the bike and did what I could. I was rooting for the 49er's but Brendan doesn't always read this blog so I think I'm safe.

Robert, Brendan and Me, or is it I?

Brendan talking to one of his buddies, Tommy.

This is the Three Bird beer list. Not really interested in expanding my horizon at this point. I've strayed but I always return to Miller Lite.

The highlight of the night was Evan Taylor Jones. Some explanation is needed. I hate bands at bars. Bars are supposed to be a place where friends meet to talk about all kinds of things. You converse, and imbibe. That's an immutable rule of saloons. Bring in a band and it gets noisy and you can't talk. bring in bands and you get college age riff-raff. Bring in bands and you sit there sipping until they take a break, then you can start talking again. When I pulled up and walked in I saw this guy and I was crestfallen.

But guess what. Evan here accentuated the place, didn't commandeer it. That's an important distinction. Well done, Evan, and he played good stuff, too. I was so impressed I bought him a Blue Moon and shook his hand when he was done. If you must have a band at a saloon, then this is the way to do it. Watch the vids below.

This is Howard J. Bubbletrousers. He has his own page on Facebook (look him up) and I am one of his friends. I have been for a couple years. I finally got to meet him in person. Go to his page and read of his adventures, cool dog, and nice human companions, too. (Kelly and Marshall)

Three Birds is a pretty nice outside bar. Perhaps the best ambiance of any place I've been to down here, not that I have been to many, mind you.

A round of Cinnamon Roll shots for all my friends, then I'm going home. Maybe.

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