Bloggers at my door

The first time I frequented the bar that would eventually become Molly's, I had just purchased a house around the corner (my first!) and I was just getting to know the neighborhood. When my eyes adjusted to the dim and smokey atmosphere I discerned a bunch of older than middle-aged white men playing poker machines and drinking Bud. I took a seat and ordered, and the vet I sat beside asked me if I was wearing a costume. As you can imagine, he must not have seen too many young women wearing thrift store furs, longjohns for tights and with purple hair peaking out from beneath their colorful Norwegian knit ear-flap hats. All the scantily clad models featured on the promotional materials passing for decor must have skewed his perpective. I did not find the environment very hospitable or inviting and I had no idea that one day I would be the catalyst for its change. Last night I arrived to a more diverse crowd drinking Ozzy, Fat Angel, Rolling Rock and Stella, and watching the sci-fi channel. Nobody commented on my wearing sandals with socks and I felt at home. Of course I did. It's my bar. Next Wednesday, the 16th, this fellow is hosting the November Blogger's Happy Hour at Molly's. He's a regular, but I don't think I've met him yet and I look forward to it. I also look forward to meeting you and you and you! I have already met Mr. Snay, and hope he can take off the shift, I would also like to meet you and you and you and you.......I will be there.