Friday I went to Mavericks on Cooper Street to celebrate Karra presenting her thesis. This establishment is located next to the all purpose sin shop. You have your choice or weird stripper biknis, bongs, porn, cigars and God knows what else. It is near the Latino Tire Shop and behind the Texaco and I would have taken a picture of it, but I was caught up giggling about it with this sassy fireball. 
While the constant laughter distracted me, the amount of time it would have taken me to get a picture is the same amount of time it takes to get raped, mugged and murdered in Arlington. So I kept the camera tucked away….until there was this delightful, wide-eyed, crazy in a long black trench coat and a little black hat. I noticed him when we walked in, but was distracted by the 70 year old alcoholic woman, and the Mexican lipliner mess sitting near him. But it wasn’t until we were seated and he turned to Sassy Fireball’s boyfriend and asked, “Did you see Kickass?” that his true crazy was revealed. After he conversed with the boyfriend, he reached down and had two bags at his feet. I thought does he work here? Is he a DJ? Oh I hope he doesn’t wip out a severed head from his bag….come on no severed head *fingers crossed*.
There was no severed head. No body parts of any kind, just a monitor. And a game system complete with a whole collection of games. He turned around, put on his head phones and started playing a game with an avatar that looked exactly like him. Hat and all. From what I could discern, the game was about faries shooting down rockets. The perfect place to do that is the middle of the bar. He sat there and played the entire time we were there and I don’t think he ever got up to use the bathroom. He was a man with true passions….for fairy weapons.
As the rest of the night time crowd came in (you put on all that makeup and that is the best it gets huh?) and the lonely, ugly, drunk people started milling about, I realized how well mannered this lunatic was. He did not try to hit me in the head with a pool stick, multiple times. He did not squeal like a 13 year old girl in my ear. He was just there, shooting some rockets. Socially retarded and schizophrenic? Maybe. But I would like to think of him as Mr. Manners.
I think Emily Post would agree with me if she met him.
Especially if I asked her and made this face at her. 
I know she’d take my side. What do you think is most disgraceful thing you can do in a bar? What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen? What would really make Miss Manners cry herself to sleep? Leave me a comment
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I love how you will be forever a crazy magnet.
The weirdest thing I ever experienced first hand was at The Chat in Fort Worth. I walked in on a couple of people having sex in the women’s restroom. I wouldn’t have really cared except they were using the only stall. We all cheered for them when they came out.
Say hey! is that fairy/missle game got a 2-player option? <3
Worst thing you could ever do in a bar? I think that’s a question for Sassy Fireball’s Fire-y boyfriend and his balls. Yes, that’s right. His balls. I can almost hear Emily cringe in her taffeta cocktail attire from the beyond just thinking about it.
P.S. My firewear just looks like a poorly done mumu in that photograph.
I hope the crazies never leave me…I would miss them.