So it’s a Saturday night, and I strip down to the buff to jump in bed to curl up with a book and call it a day. About fourteen seconds later there’s a knock on my door. My chiropractor/neighbor Eric and our buddy Tim have swung by to drag me along to check out the newest bar in town called Crimsin. It’s located at the old Tommy’s Yacht Club on 6th Street here in San Pedro, which has been one of our favorite dives for like, forever or whatever.
Crimsin. Wow. New world. Very urban, very L.A.; it actually reminds me of a New York bar. Long and narrow. Playing cool music, with none of that rave bullshit. They did it up really cool with a red theme, with the bar surface and overhead lights pimped out in the appropriate crimson/red hues. Great escape from reality; it’s the type of place Neo would go to meet Trinity in the Matrix, but with red lighting.
After about an hour of sitting at the bar throwing back Black and Tans, I look to my right and see nobody else but Little Dude sitting at the end of the bar with our bro and his roommate, Albert.
Ain’t that what random Saturday nights in a hometown are all about? Love it. Hugs all around. Snapped the pic above.
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Taking a shot at the bar:
Yeah, but was Slash there?
We actually ran into each other in the bathroom again. But this time I accidentally called him Slosh. We both got a real kick out of it.