Daily Memory

Every Week at work we have "Thirsty Thursday" which usually takes place at the local Irish Pub called something like "Local Irish Pub" and we get our drinks and munchies. Usually three to four people show up, have a drink and head home. This week, someone brought up their distaste for the prices at the Irish Pub and that he knows of a place where the drinks are half price. "It's great" he says "It's called The Elk and the drinks are wicked affordable". Right before leaving, we are told that we will need to enter The Elks with this person as he has a membership card.

Hmmm, Okay, well It must be like a golf club or something or Costco, no worries. So we follow in a caravan to a nondescript building. Pulling into the car park it became blindingly clear after seeing the aging Buicks, that this was not a bar called "The Elks" But an "Elk Lodge."

Oh my God, I'm going to have to play Bridge. We were the only ones that were not members of AARP or close to a natural death. There were men at the bar in USA T-shirts and even a crocheting circle for the ladies.

I couldn't even feign politeness and refused to even take my bag from my shoulder, and I was going to be damned if I was going to do anything time consuming like drink a beverage. You are probably thinking that I am an ageist, you may be right, but the experience was much more like entering the NRA, and as a democrat, I'm just not going to have fun.