Oct 262011

A trip to Bluegrass Tavern

By Matt Sullivan

We were at that state of inebriation where you feel vacuous and bubbly, like you might float away if you don’t try hard to stay on the ground, when we passed Soundbar. That wasn’t our destination this night. The three of us would most certainly return to our safe haven, but not this early. Right now we were trying something new, for me anyways. Something different to ruffle the routine we had fallen into for our weekend fun.

Sauntering down Limestone, my boyfriend, our friend who I will refer to as E, and I ran in to a drunken foreshadowing of what I presumed was to come. Two large, hairy, drunk men were bumbling down the sidewalk speaking to each other and assaulting girls on the opposite sidewalk with dazed walrus grunts. The girls would look over, first at us, and then seeing that there was no way the three of us could produce those noises, at the two guys stumbling near us. The responses varied. Some girls howled back in appreciation. Others just laughed to their friends and kept walking. Some pretended they didn’t hear. They asked us where McCarthy’s was and my boyfriend said something to them, but I kept walking. He’s more polite than I am. Continue reading »

Sep 142011

Musings from the Woodland Arts Fair

By Matt Sullivan

The food stands seemed pushed off to the side, like the losers the cool kids didn’t want around. The smell of hot grease and sugar, and the overwhelming sun overhead, gave the whole area a carnival feel, a feeling not in tune with rest of the art fair in Woodland Park. Passing through the outskirts of the fair had me dodging old men and unaccompanied children. Jewelry stands and booths with paintings and photographs, metal fused with glass, wooden rocking chairs, and soaps created alley ways, twisting every which way, revealing more and more booths, until you came to dead ends created by SUVs and vans. A chiropractor’s tent and a local foods advocacy group had also set up tents. Wondering around, I also saw booths and tents with sculptures made of stone and possibly soap. Everyone was milling around, glancing at items and half smiling, like they thought they were supposed to appreciate everything there. I didn’t see anyone buy anything, but I’m sure someone did. Continue reading »