bradfordkay
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Joined: 3/24/2002 From: Olympia, WA Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: bradfordkay It sounds like you arrived just before the "Good Old Fashioned Hate" game against Tech. We were pretty confident going into that one, but they were the team who had just tied Notre Dame a couple of weeks earlier - moving us up into the #1 ranking. I know that football overshadowed this, but while you were there we had Dominique Wilkins playing on the hardcourt. I think that REM got going just after you left. And, no, I didn't frequent any of the clubs with a mechanical bull. My favorite bars at that time were Somebody's Uptown ($1.30 pitchers on Tuesdays), The Chameleon, The Last Resort and T K Harty's. Oh, there was another on Broad Street downtown that had 50 cent longneck Budweisers on Fridays, but I can't recall the name. I remember that someone had recorded a "Dooley's Junkyard Dogs" song and every station in town played it every other song for two months. I never went to a game, but I knew fellow students who did, including one very Italian guy from Babylon, Long Island who almost got a severe beat-down when the hot-dog vendor couldn't understand his order. ("Gimme tree haw dawgs! No, tree! Wassa matta?! I saaaaid, tree FRANK-futtahs, ya crackuh!!") I don't recall the names of any bars. I recall the inside of one we went to a lot. Mostly red brick, several rooms, a bull, sort of a country Gilly's-esque vibe. Lots of women with hair to the waist, tight jeans, and cowboy hats. More often I just hit the O-club. There were sorority girls most nights, the price was right, and my room in the BOQ was a three minute walk with no DUI risk. There was also this country eatin' place way out in the county that the faculty turned us onto. You ate at picnic tables, maybe it was even a log building; I don't recall. They brought huge heaping platters of fried chicken, fried catfish, fried frogs legs, corn bread, pulled pig, slaw, beans, hash, and pitcher after pitcher of sweet tea. The place was usually full of truckers and logging crews, but they left us alone if we left them alone. I think it might have been next to a little piece of swamp, and had a screened porch with more tables for when it was nice out. Started the weekend there quite a few times, accompanied by fifteen of my closest friends. That was the Godfather of Soul - yep, the one and only James Brown - who recorded Dooley's Junkyard Dawgs. The restaurant you are thinkingof could be either Charlie Williams' Pinecrest Lodge or the Swamp Guinea (which was even further out of town but is mentioned in the bookl "Blue Highways" by William Least Heat Moon), though my bet is that you are talking Charlie Williams. I don't really expect you to remember all the bars - I was the one who lived there from 1976 to 1989, so they were ingrained into my brain a tad bit more! I still don't recall the bar you are talking about, but I didn't go to the country music establishments. This former hippie turned cyclist valued his hide too much to risk that!!!
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fair winds, Brad
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