The Bunker, Crazy Harry's (smoking weed in public and homophobes)

After my zumba class, I was going to a bar I've never been to, Charlie O's in NoHo . When I got there, I saw a sign saying closed to the general public. Crap! I've always passed by this place now its closed. There is a Swedish restaurant next door. I saw a guy have dinner with a glass of wine at the bar it was nearly 9pm, close to their closing time. Hmmm, Swedish, next time.
I was hungry and I went to Tommy's. A greasy eatery in a sleazy neighborhood. I was having a chili cheeseburger, fries, chili dog and a large diet coke. A black homeless woman whose age I would guess would be early to mid 30's, started talking to me. She said, "What are you doing here?" "Eating.", I said. "No, I mean you don't see too many Asians, here.", she said. "Yeah, we're like all over the place, kinda like cockroaches.", self-deprecatingly I said. She then went into her story about how she was a mistress for this Korean guy and he'd do things for her and such. She rambled on about how she needed a job or else her voucher would run out. She then said as soon as she got her own place she would let the Korean guy have intercourse with her. But the way she put it was (but in more graphic terms), he'd let him put his genitalia into her genitalia. I was nearly rendered speechless with "shock and awe" by her giving me too much information. But I managed to say, "Well, that must be love." She said, "I wouldn't call it love, but I do have strong feelings for him." Certain stories need to be kept to oneself, especially when I'm trying to eat a hot dog, burger and fries. I got the hell out of there and went to The Bunker.

 I've never been to The Bunker. I will have my requisite 2 beers and trying to take get a feel for the joint. The jukebox was playing Radiohead, and I thought  I could get to like this place. But some country western tunes came on and my interest in the place went fizzled. The ratio of women to men was lousy. Two guys with their wive or girlfriends were there. Their were 4 other guy, including myself at the bar. The bartender, who was in her mid-30's was cute. The good thing going for the place is they had a laundromat about 15 feet away. I could do laundry here, walk to the bar have a few drinks while I waited for the wash to finish. Then again I could go to the Thai Place, the Pizza place, or the Middle Eastern place while I waited for my laundry to finish. Maybe next time.

Guiness at the Bunker.

I took off to Crazy Harry's. Girly 2 was bar tending, she was just learning how to bar tend. She is Jay's assistant but since Girly 1 was not feeling well she was called step in. The Viking was there we talked about how we spent our St. Patty's Day. He came into Harry's for a little bit in the early afternoon, he thought he might come back but decided against it. He said it was pretty dead. I was surprised the place I went to in Eagle Rock was happening. The valley does suck, given the demographics of older folks here. Shaman came in and he took up a collection for the music to be played on the jukebox. I gave him my dollar. Shaman started playing some Hank Williams Jr., Willie Nelson, Nirvana's All Apologies, Jimi Hendrix's Angel (that was a revelation to me), etc. Shaman has a very eclectic taste in music. Shaman talked about coming to Los Angeles, seven years ago. He said he couldn't take the weather anymore and he decided to come to Los Angeles. So he was at the airport bar waiting for his flight, but you how it is at a bar, time passes you by and all of a sudden he missed his flight. But actually his plane was stuck on the tarmac for over an hour with mechanical difficulties. They got all the passengers off the broke down plane and had them board another plane. Shaman's timing was impeccable, he wandered onto the other plane feeling good and tipsy.  Shaman went to the front of the bar to openly some marijuana in public. He said he had a card and he said under the law he could smoke marijuana anywhere somebody else was smoking a cigarette. I don't know the law, but I think even in Amsterdam they frown upon people smoking marijuana in public.

Anchor porter.

Softball started calling everybody a faggot. Clearly a homophobe. Shaman had to remind him a faggot is wood that is used for kindling or a cigarette. Shaman offered me a cap of  marijuana. I declined. I just didn't feel a need or a want.

Full Boar, scotch ale. (not like  Wee Heavy)

I though Girly 2 was coming onto me, the way she was talking herself up. She like to hang out at another Irish pub in Santa Monica, etc.