Thursday, April 08, 2010
If my blog were a bar in the Virgin Islands
Peter Magill talked about wanting to pack his blog with visitors and contributors in the hope that it would encourage others to "come in" off the street so to speak just like the "happy hour" did in his bar on the Virgin Islands.
Unfortunately, although his blog had more hits in one day than perhaps we all get combined in one year, he said he was never able to "get the party started."
I thought about this bar analogy so what do you reckon my blog would look like if it were a bar?
If my blog were a bar of course I'd be there polishing classes with my "racing arm warmers" telling bad jokes. "Ewen", who would be attracted by the happy hour, would be telling stories and giving advice until about the 6th bourbon when he would start on a few bad jokes of his own, repeating something about black fish and soon after pass out on the bar's counter.
"Rick" would be there too but he'd be on the dance floor, a few sheets to the wind as well, holding his dog "Tess" up by the front paws and mock dancing while mumbling something about "Newtons" "PBs" and "Marius Bakken."
"Grellan" and "Thomas" would walk by stick their heads in and say "hello" but after a look around at the empty expanse and Ewen lying in a puddle of his own drool on the bar they'd kindly say their goodbyes deciding they'd be better off going home to share a cup of tea.
"Bay" is missing but there is a postcard from him stuck on the bar's mirror from some "mystery Island in the pacific."
Although I'd called "Steve Lacey" earlier to tell him about "happy hour" He obviously knew that I wouldn't be serving anything but generic beer and, I guess, opted to stay home and brew his own. Still he was kind enough to tell "Bob" about it and I'm sure he'll turn up.
A few people would come in from time to time but on seeing Rick only wearing a pair of Speedos and a black shirt with the words "DESPERADO" written on it they'd quickly back out the door.
"SpeedyGeoff" would come in but not long after correcting my grammar and shaking Ewen to tell him about a training session the "Speedy Geese" had in the morning, he'd leave.
Nearing 12 midnight I'd be just about to kick Ewen and Rick out but while pouring myself a long cool one, two athletic, attractive girls would move forcefully towards the bar. Ewen would opened one eye and Rick would stop feeding bar nuts to Tess, adjusted his pants and head in the same direction.
It may be late but the party would be just starting. Let me call "Robert Song" and "Fast Eddie". They might even bring "Toasty" along I haven't seen him for a while. Perhaps not, "but a girl can dream right?"