Thursday, June 19, 2008

a walk down memory lane -----

hey peoples--

i was just siftin through older posts on here-- and look what i found...
i have mentioned re-posting this a couple times , but never got around to lookin for it-- it is one of my older posts that i didn't dump when i deleted most of this blog. i saved many that i felt "safe" - or maybe sentimental enough about to stay. this is one of them. i'm glad i kept it.
as i was readin the comments i couldn't help but chuckle--and God knows i needed a chuckle. sleep bloggin-- geesh. :)) smocha was oldy back then. good times.
EE-- sorry i never replied !! let's GO-- we can rent a harley !

so anyhow -- take a step-- or two, back in time with me--

i know-- a re-run for some- but hot off the presses for others :))

Saturday, September 1, 2007

The Biker Bar

how i get myself into these things, i will just nevah know. but here i am, writing a story, basically on the fly. why? well, because i happened to mention a biker bar, and a couple of people thought it might be a interesting story to hear more about. so... i have been pondering how to tell this story in a creative and interesting way... but i am comin up empty... so, i figured, i will just sit here and write; until something comes together.
Y'all gotta realize... this happened like 19 years ago. and with a memory like mine, that's a long ways to go back... but i will try.

here we go......

picture it, Sicily, 1937...oh crap, wait... that was The golden Girls.

ok, picture this; San Diego, 1987. young Soul, a partyin fool back in the day. (key word "fool" here.) anyways, yes, good ole San Diego, California. A lot happened in the few years i spent there. but most of it , i shall save for other times such as this. ok. back to the biker bar:

i was a 21 year old, US NAVY gal. that alone is not that great of a combination, but add a few sun filled summer days, friends, and SOUL, into the mix... and what do ya get? a first and last trip to a san diego biker bar.

it didn't have to be a weekend for me to drink... or to drink to excess , for that matter. especially now that i was of legal drinking age. not that that had ever stopped me before, just seemed to have become more combustible, when i could get into bars without looking guilty.
so, this could have been a monday, or a friday, or a holiday , or a work day, or any day... but i was sitting at my house. it was actually a one bedroom apartment, in Imperial Beach; i lived alone. no pets, no people, just me, and i liked it that way. although, i did attempt a bird...til it bit me after it escaped from his cage. after that... i had no pets. well, until i attempted a guinea pig.... then i realized it smelled simply horrid...and i took it back to the pet store...with some made up story...that i had bought it for my nephew and he couldn't keep it. i was not home enough to have a cat or a dog at that time. so those were the extent of my pets at that time.

so ya, i lived alone, in a small apartment not far from the beach. i worked hard, i played hard, and i drank hard. so, when anyone wanted someone to go drink with...they knew where to find me.... if i wasn't at work... i was most likely home drinking. or out drinking. but if i was out drinking...i was with them, so they probably weren't looking for me.

but, this one night... feels like October, for some reason. but i don't think it was... i think that's my memory mixing two stories...with he same friend, and the same biker jacket. but i'll prolly never get that one straight. sooo... i am actually thinking it was warmer than october on this particular night. when the phone rang. there i was, kicked back with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other... i only remember this because... that was my permanent resting position while at home. well...most of the time.

so... there i am, the phone rings...i do believe that this was back in the day before cordless phones too. so i had to actually get up off me arse to get the phone. when i did so... it was my bestest friend. her name was cindy... and boy do i have some stories about her..and me..sailor sistahs. geesh. it was the best of times , it was the worst of times. ya know what? i have never read that book in my life... but i have heard that line a million times... and it describes san diego, and my friend and i to a T. but that's all for another day. or two.

so, i get up, something i didn't want to do at the time. i do remember it was sorta late, dark at least, and i already had a good buzz-on goin. but i answer the phone, and it's my bud, cindy. (sailor sistahs... that just ht me a minute ago, after all these years.... too little too late i reckon). but there she is...
she says.... hey let's go out.
i say where to?
she says to this bar i just found out's a biker bar!
i say...ummm... a biker bar???? why a biker bar?
she says, cuz mark wants to go and i think it'll be cool, so come meet us.
i say... hmmmm... i don't think i want to go to a "biker bar". (you know... i was a drunken sailor...already boozin it in a biker bar? drunk? this could be trouble.)
but she himmed and i hawed... and in the end.... i ended up in freakin Coronado, in a damn biker bar.

it may have been between the two..I.B and Coronado..hell i don't know, but it wasn't very far from my i got sucked in. with her himming ya know.. and seein as my hawing didn't help sway her to a more familiar , comfortable drinking establishment....there we were. leather jackets and all... checkin out this fantabulous biker bar. that actually looked like a straw roofed outdoor bar on a beach in tahiti or somethin. only with walls of course.... and a jukebox. and us. ugh boy.

so i wasn't feelin real good about going there in the first place, but it got even worse once we were there. it was like we had reached the point of no return. we were in a real live biker bar. how cool is that? the smell of leather and beer filled the room, loud music, loud men, pool tables.... and us... drinkin it up. losin our virginity to the other side. OF LIFE...NOT the bikers!!!

so, we were maybe on our second or third beer...which, actually didn't take us long to get to, so we hadn't been there for a real long time... there we were finally beginning to relax, and enjoy the place, the atmosphere etc.

ahhh hey cin this isn't sooo bad. i thought it would be a lot worse. ( i say)
she says...see i told ya.
mark, her boyfriend, by the way, chickened out, and we were there alone. just us.

cheers, my friend!

when all of the sudden....YELLIN and CRASH!!!! and people started rushing all over to one side of the bar... the side AWAY from the bar counter. everyone except two extremely drunken individuals....who, if you haven't figured it out yet... were in a bar fight. well duh... we were in a biker bar. but my fear had come true... my first thought earlier in the night when biker bar was first mentioned, was the reputation they had for fights, and knives, and that type of stuff that i was not quite acclimated to. yet there it was, and there i was, and there she was....

she thought it was the coolest thing ever...i on the other hand, just wanted to get the hell out of there... alive and without hand cuffs or gaping wounds.

still... it was like the train wreck thing.... don't wanna see it, but can't help but to watch. so we got as far away from the fight itself, where we could still see what was happening... and one guy takes a beer bottle, smashes it across the other guys face... and it broke !!! on this dudes freakin face....and it just started gushing blood everywhere. i was quite glad that it was dimly lit, because i really didn't want to see it in full lighting. but in my own juvenile way, i was disappointed that we didn't see ALL the blood. but that was about all we needed to see... that and the knife that the cut guy pulled out.... we booked on out of there.

she remained fascinated with the biker scene... i however did not. i gave her the black leather biker jacket that i had... a gift from one of those two dates, and "i love you" type things. he got kicked to the curb rather quickly if i might add. so i had no need for the jacket... no motorcycle to ride on... a nice fat muffler burn though... and...i had NO plans to ever go to a biker bar again. so i gave her the jacket. she became the biker babe wannabe.... and i learned to trust my instincts just a little more.

i have yet to return to a biker bar. btw.

if it doesn't feel right.... it aint.



Josie Two Shoes said...

I've done a little time in biker bars, Soul, and you've definitely captured the warm feeling of "hospitality"! To say the least, it was an adventure that you can think back on and smile at now. :-) Who would of thought our well-mannered, home-bodied little Soul Sis was once a hard partyin' gal! Ahh, the secrets we find out here in blogland! hehehe BTW, this was very well written story, and a fun read, you need to do more writin' Soul Sis!

12:50 AM, September 02, 2007

SOUL: said...

what are you doin up so late? personally i am two minutes away from strangulation, and soulman is asleep. i must get off this thing. lest i die...or post a comment somewhere that i wont remember an regret in the morning.
and yep... many stories behind this blogger. but hey... i got soul. better... i AM soul.
and tired as a beat pup.
c ya in z mo'nin ss

crap.. i just fell asleep in mid sentence... i better get to bed.

1:10 AM, September 02, 2007

JYankee said...

yeah really my geckoh crackah sloth sistah! geez... see what happens when sloths wander outta their territory? sloth meaning the position you like... sitting on the in one hand...ciggy in the other...(tho i never saw a sloth that smoked...well that's another story...)...HA cool...yeah i have NEVER been in a biker bar... mine just took place in a PUB for god sakes! that was cool and you told it perfectly... no worries there mate!

1:29 AM, September 02, 2007

simonsays said...

Back in the day...and I mean way back in the day...when I was living in phoenix, i hung out regularly at a biker/cowboy bar. Yes, I know that combination was strange, but it worked...they got along...until about midnight every friday and saturday...then they would fight. It often got ugly, and because I was underage, I always had to get the hell out of there, but they would go back each and every weekend, and they would all get along until the drinks would flow too was funny. And I had a blast there. Ah yes, the good old days....

5:23 AM, September 02, 2007

simonsays said...

Great post, BTW. Some day we will all have to swap stories....

Now get to bed....


5:23 AM, September 02, 2007

SOUL: said...

well hi all
glad it was a smooth end product. :)0

yep, those were the good ole days..

yank..i did sleep.. but by lloks of time stamps i see...apparently, not much.

jamie.. they oughtta call us thelma and louise! ha
where are you btw... sign on!

6:12 AM, September 02, 2007


I think you're my mom-
and your story was I am with my coffee, Ben crawling around on the floor beneath me, Bigdogg sitting to my left watching ESPN highlights on his boob tube, and I'm lmao!!

Happy SUNDAY!!
we're having a last minute bbq 35people so far..wanna come? I think I already asked ya, right? damn darvocets. :)

7:43 AM, September 02, 2007

Oldy said...

ahh the good old that was good story.

see i told you, you are a writer.
get to writin' a book.

i can't believe you had nothing to say about my shocking blog post!
how rude!!

7:59 AM, September 02, 2007

Josie Two Shoes said...

A cowboy/biker bar? What a combination! I can't even imagine!

11:40 AM, September 02, 2007

SOUL: said...

crusty..... your mom? how so? first your gramma, now your mom. hmmmm. in a good way i hope???

you gave me quite a visual of your read here... you need to write too. get on it. did invite me to your giant BBQ... sorry i couldn't make it. how was it??? hope you had FUN FUN FUN ! and i hope your tooth didnt ruin it all for you. (liquid lunch)???

lemmeeee know

9:15 PM, September 02, 2007

SOUL: said...

OLDY.. i can't write a book.... obviously. or it would be written by now. or maybe the time just hasn't come yet? remember the tellin a story backwards thing? maybe i have to wait til it has an end, before i can figure out how to start it??? maybe someday. when, after, before, if, you know the drill.
(i didn't have anything to say on your post, cuz you never say anything back to me, and it gets old talkin to myself.) but for the record... why didn't you leave? i don't think i would have been able to just watch that like that. i must really be a prude.

anyhow... yes, a shocking story of your own.

IF ANYONE wants to see oldys boat porn post...go see it on her page.
(no, not HER.. some true "pleasure boaters".

9:20 PM, September 02, 2007

SOUL: said...

ya jos...
what a combo...
cowboys, bikers and an underage JAMIE! LOL

9:21 PM, September 02, 2007

Josie Two Shoes said...

LOL at Oldy's porn post - I figure if somebody wants to put on a show in public, it's there for the watchin, hand over the binoculars! LOL

10:40 AM, September 03, 2007

Portia said...

you tell a helluva story! i could totally picture it...or maybe it took me back to whatever movie i last saw a biker bar in, cause i've been in some crazy places but i honestly don't think i've set foot in a GENUINE biker bar. i imagine the fights are a lot more exciting than most others;)

2:54 PM, September 04, 2007

EE said...

I've been to many a bar, but never a biker bar. I would, however, make an exception, if you would go with me.
I wouldn't mind seeing a real live biker fight...though I'd probably pass out from the blood:o

10:05 PM, September 04, 2007


big bad storm is on the move--
black sky--
high winds
and lightening

time to shut this puppy down...

i'll be back when normal weather resumes.

happy thursday peeps-