|Why I hang out at the Mill
||[Dec. 6th, 2008|08:57 am]
The Mill is a restaurant, bar, and live music venue that has been around for 56 years. It's really a brilliant place in it's own homey way; I've been going there for at least half of its tenure -- when we first got married we used to go hang out several times a week, both for the all-you-can-eat spaghetti plate and our friends who made it their living room.|
But now it has an additional attraction. My friend Samuel Locke Ward does the music booking there now, which has stepped up the cool/adventurousness of the music offered.
But this isn't a story about the Mill per se. It's about a conversation/joke I heard there last night. The two people talking -- shivering in the beer garden to smoke cigarettes, are the above-mentioned Sam, and Alex from the band 12 Canons.
Alex: I just can't take a crap here. I am afraid a snake will come out of the toilet and bit me.
Sam: I can't take a crap here, because I'm afraid a wiener will come up out of the toilet and touch my wiener and give me the gay.