But tonight I'm not at Gooski's, I'm not even in Pittsburgh. Tonight we're at some hip karaoke-sushi bar in SE, D.C. Tonight those rules don't apply.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Gooski's rules: No P.D.A., no wagging of tongues while saddled-up to the bar. Punishment for your infraction: Being spit-balled and loudly heckled by the grossed-out, blacking-out bar flys. I've heard a couple or two has been shown the door by the bouncer for necking in the dark, cave-like booths that line the side wall. Me and some girl once got ketchup packets chucked at us and a stern warning from the bartender to cool it or take it home. Her head was resting on my shoulder. We sheepishly apologized, finished our drinks, and took it home.