As I walk in I hear "Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash pumping through speakers, peanut shells just thrown on the floor and a score of people rooting for the Lakers in the fourth quarter. I hand the security guard my ID and look to the right and see way more beer taps than I ever do anywhere else, anything I want I can see is on tap.
As I look around for my friends I hear groups of people talking about school, work, court, anything you could come up with you can hear about it here. As I find my friends a fight breaks out, not over anything serious but about where a couple can and can't stand. I just shake my head and move on and start talking to my friends.
As I look around and start absorbing what has become our favorite watering hole, I notice pictures of Costa Mesa, Newport Beach, and Huntington Beach from the 1960s, 70s and up until the 80s. These pictures make me feel really young, noticing all the different classic cars and the streets that I know present day versus the early days. Paying even more attention I notice a bomb right next to where we sit, we have been coming here since we were all 21 and we never noticed it one time. It has many peoples names on it like Dave, Phill, and others so we decide to add to the Bomb. My friend Andrew goes first and makes his name as obnoxious as can be then I add mine and both Eric and Dave put theirs down.
We sit down in the crammed booth catching up on time, we haven't seen each other in almost a year. As our conversation begins to die down we notice the thousands of bar taps on the ceiling of the bar, Andrew the craziest of all of us decides he is going to score one for remembering our time together. I play the lookout as Eric lifts Andrew on his shoulders and tries to balance but falls over and lands on the nearby pool table. After this event we call it a night and promise to have a bon fire at the beach the next night.
