Crossroads Tavern

Last night was my initial foray onto the Lafayette comedy scene.  So being my first time in town I was not quite sure what to expect from the Crossroads Tavern.   At least that was until I walked in and ran into a monster with the tattoo of a human skull covering his shaved head.  I relied on my lightening intuition and after seeing the sixty-foot Harley Davidson banner across the bar surmised that Crossroads caters to bikers.  Indeed it does. 

My first line of the night was "well there goes my NASCAR set."   But I went with it anyway.  And I even laid out my theory as to why bikers are gay.  Somehow I'm still alive.  One woman, a Hispanic gal at the bar, didn't see the sarcasm in my immigration jokes and started to leave early.  However I think I regained her confidence by asking detailed questions of her sex life.  This is a biker bar and they usually like it nasty.   And so it went, the frightened kid from the burbs regaled the Sturgis set with an anatomical acumen normally reserved for biologists and bored prisoners.  We all got along fine.  The Hispanic Kenny Rogers--there really is one and he was working really hard on the Native American Cher--even kept me mostly submerged in Patron shots.  I may have to get a few other inoculations as well.

 I also met a woman with the most remarkable name.  Angela May Hammer.  Now I've known people with names that make you wonder how parent's could be so mean.  There was a Dick Flesch in my hometown and I once worked with an Anita Moore.  They might have made a great couple.  But Mrs. Hammer once was an Angela May Aragon and married into the innuendo.  And I love it.  Her name is not only risqué but I think it's nearly a complete sentence.  Very cool.  Unlike what my parent's did to my brother--Peter Ewy.  That's not all that bad until like him you're in the Navy and they start the role call.  "Ewy.  Ewy, Peter.  Report to the bridge." 

When I get a moment I'll post some of the video.  There you'll find that the only Ewy thing about me is my judgment.  

Comments

[John Clam]

Hi Jared,

Fortunately my parents passed on naming either of my sisters, "Shelly",.....although I may have to introduce you to my brother, "Bearded", some day.

Have a good weekend.

Clam

[ewy]

it's good to see you're out of your shell.

Hope the horseshoe hangers are a prominent feature of your home.