HiddenLacey
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My neighborhood bar. Tiny hole in the wall place, never advertised, known only to the regulars. One of two bars I drank in when I turned 21, the other one being a local gay bar. I moved a few blocks from it and it was on my regular jogging route, just before I went past the museum and over the bridge going over the river, wave high at friends standing around outside and on the balcony, drop by at 11pm four nights a week to watch The Daily Show upstairs with friends, a fun regular ritual. I think of bars as places where you're surrounded by strangers. That place was like a friend's living room, so when I think "bar" I just don't twig on that as fitting the bill.
Ok see I wouldn't think of that place as a bar either. We used to hang out at a local pool hall in my little town. We knew everyone there.