|Susan’s Rant – February
Moving into a new neighborhood in New York City allows me a new adventure,
to explore new dive bars.
My definition of a dive bar is when you pay for a drink; there is 95%
alcohol in the drink rather then some sugary Sex and the City drink
special of the week. Most of the people there are not pretentious but
love to talk.
One of the first local dive bars I visited with my friend,
we nick-named the ‘Opium Den’ since it’s so friendly
that after one drink and you end up staying all night. The only set-back
is that the bartender there controls the music selection and that’s
not cool with my controlling personality.
The friend of Type A personalities at any bar
is the jukebox.
We journeyed to another dive bar with a jukebox and some interesting
history. The new dive bar we stumbled into was notorious in the 70’s
and some how related to the movie Looking for Mr. Goodbar. The premise
of this movie was that a single girl teaching deaf mutes in NYC during
the day would go out to bars each night and bring home a different guy.
The movie includes good dysfunctional family scenes including a sister
who was a true ‘swinger.’ Swinging back in the 70’s
meant participating in orgies.
Diane Keaton stars in the movie looking young and fresh before she
started wearing men’s suits and going out with Woody Allen (pre-taking
naked pictures and marrying his Korean step-daughter days…I still
can’t watch his movies). Some surprising performances by Richard
Gere and Tom Berenger who both are looking young and very fit. Richard
(pre-gerbil rumor days) is the scary one-night stand who keeps coming back
and Tom is a coked out homosexual/bisexual who ends Diane’s good
time. This is one of my favorite movies so I had to give my own synopsis.
I really loved the way NYC looked in the 70s’ when
it was raw, seedy and dirty. That’s when I really wanted to live
The real story, which I found out from one of the staff, is just as
seedy. It seems that a girl and her boyfriend picked up another guy
at the bar and took him back to her place. She lived directly across
the street from the bar. The boyfriend was freaked out by the guy and
left. The guy kills the girl and it becomes a pretty big story in the
Parents used this story to warn young girls of having too much of
a good time in the city. Maybe that was just my mom.
Even though threesomes did not
work in the 70’s there still
might be hope for the future.
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