Ash Tray Tavern

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I drank heavily at my karaoke bar of choice the other night: Bedrock Tavern. It should be called Ash Tray Tavern cuz that's how you'll smell after a thirty second visit. 

It's quaint though. No one looks at you when you enter (could be cuz I'm white), but it's not hard to get a bartender's attention. I think a bartending requirement is a D cup. 

I ordered my usual double Jack and Coke but forgot to tell them short. So it came in a 20 oz glass with mostly Coke. Whoops. 

"You Tyler?" I asked the DJ hosting karaoke.

"I'm Taylor."

"Oh shoot man I'm so sorry," I over explained. "One day I'll get it."

I asked him if he had "Cover Me Up". He said he did. I gave him my name timidly. He didn't react but I assumed he heard me and walked off. 

I went and talked to a cute girl I'd met a couple visits before. She                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

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