In which your author completely loses control of the situation and learns a lot about him/herself.In which your author completely loses control of the situation and learns a lot about him/herself. ************************************************************* As the door leading to the bar opened, I was amazed. I could hear a blues band in the background playing softly. The lights were bright, but not harsh. I guess I had judged this place by Jake's personality. I had expected a frenzy of flashing lights, accompanied by the loud, harsh beat of Metallica. I considered this a good sign. I felt out of place in modern clubs when I wear jeans and a sportscoat; in my red minidress, I certainly was self conscious enough. Jake again gently wrapped his arm into mine and lead me toward a table right in the middle of the barroom. And this room was huge! There must have been over 100 tables scattered throughout the room. At the head of all this, was the most ornate, mammoth oak bar I had ever seen. And believe me, I've seen a lot of bars in my day. There were at least 40 stools around this wooden Goliath, almost all occupied. |