Saturday, June 18, 2005

Advice From The Beer Garden

do you ever find yourself reading into things?

like maybe when someone says something off-handedly and you decide it's maybe the best, most important thing you've ever heard? (even though maybe vodka has something to do with your perspective?)

well, whatever. here's the stupid story:

so on saturday of memorial day weekend (hi? remember? i toldja i'd get around to writing this) i rounded up my friends for a mid-day gathering at my favorite bar in all of sf.

the reason it is my favorite bar is because it is as frill-less a place as you can get. it is the dive to end all dives. the drinks are simple, strong, and big. the decor is punk rock and biker-chic. if i were cool (and ever-so-much-less clumsy) i would want to ride a bike just to go here with it and add my cool helmet to the shelf. the bar's motto is: "fast. friendly. service. pick one."

the outdoor beer garden is amazing. it's huge and adorned with long wooden tables (and port-o-potties) and very accommodating for all sorts of sunny activities (in my case knitting, but we've already established i'm not cool).

anyway, the best part about it is that everyone there understands that it is what it is, so you end up sitting at tables with people who are actually cool and unpretentious and who you don't know but really may as well.

so what does this all mean? let's consider my day. by the end of saturday night i had:
  • developed a new love for vodka gimlets
  • completely failed to capitalize on having the greatest wing-woman EVER
  • knitted in public wearing this shirt
  • fit seven people in a cab with a case of beer and an enormous pizza
  • received sound advice from a rather opinionated man from hoboken, NJ, and
  • also given his girlfriend a haircut
i will now do my best to give you details about all these things almost a month after the fact, after also having wine and spending a day with family. (wish me luck...)

re: vodka gimlets -
so i am not a vodka drinker.

because after an episode in college wherein i played my first game of "catch up" and chugged a BEER STEIN full of very, VERY cheap vodka barely colored with orange juice, i decided that vodka wasn't so great. actually, i decided that the next morning. for a while there, i thought vodka was actually the greatest thing ever. and then i decided i needed to shower. at a party. (that was my i-need-to-sober-up-MO for a while there. p.s.? doesn't work. p.p.s. also hard to explain to the party host: "hi, i'm sorry but i'm going to have to use your shower.")

anyway.

so every so often, now that i am an "adult," i partake in some vodka drinking. usually sparingly and usually with many cocktail mixers.

but. Snarky discovered last summer that the end-all be-all summer drink is a gimlet, and in the spirit of creating an annual tradition, i decided to go with her on it this year. and damn, if tart lime vodka gimlets aren't awfully good.

(in case you are wondering if there is a point here, the answer is no. except maybe you should try a gimlet.)


re: wing-woman -
Snarky deserves an award.

here's how it went, before i read "he's just not that into you" and decided i am never, ever hitting on a man again. if he is interested in me, he will hit on me. and if he doesn't have the courage to hit on me, we are probably not compatible.

so right. i returned to the bar to get my second gimlet, with Snarky trailing behind me. as i entered the bar, i had to walk past THE HOTTEST MAN in the bar. and apparently, as i passed him, he noticed me and turned his head to watch me go. Snarky then saw this and ran into the bar to tell me.

now, remember the part where i said the drinks were served in pint glasses? uh huh. so you know what i thought was a good idea after a pint of gimlet? i thought having my friend go tell the hot guy that i thought he was hot was a good idea. uh huh.

and you know what a good friend does after a pint of gimlet? she agrees.

and then.

um, see, vodka-addled brains don't so much think strategically. for example, they think, "that guy is hot i should talk to him." they do not think, "if i were to engage that man in conversation, i should have something interesting/witty to say."

so when you get your friend to talk to the guy, and he is receptive, and then he joins you in the bar and walks up to you and introduces himself and you are suddenly standing face-to-face (as much as my 5'4" face can be 'face-to-face' with someone who is probably 6'4") with him, you are woefully unprepared.

and so instead of engaging in light and charming conversation, you become a complete conversation tragedy. because you think, "i have had a strong cocktail, but i don't want to sound like an idiot, so i should watch what i say because we know what can happen if i run off at the mouth without concern."

unfortunately, that means you just sort of stammer. and start sentences and cut yourself off. and end up sounding rather crazy.

it's not pretty.

and so despite having the best and most effective wing-woman on the planet, your stymied stammering conversation drives him away in record time.

and he was a fireman.


re: yarn ho -
there is not much to say here. a few people, including the bartender, asked me what it meant. and i just said "i knit." because that is my version of being cool and aloof and mysterious in a punk rock biker bar.


re: the point -
so my group of friends met this couple from hoboken. they were funny and spirited*. and we got to chatting and decided we should all be friends (as you do, especially when gimlets are encouraging you).

and this led to the pizza-getting and after-bar partying. and haircut. (which i will not detail for you but just know that it wasn't that bad and i'm sure Emily's hair grew back evenly.)

but before the after-bar situation, i had gotten to talking with the male half of the couple, Ben. and he said the off-handed thing that instantly became the best and most important piece of advice i've ever been given (remember how i mentioned that at the beginning of this post? no? well i did. go see.).

it was like this:

Ben from Jersey: so do you have a boyfriend?

me: no.

Ben from Jersey: do you want one?

me: yes.

Ben from Jersey: then why don't you have one?

me: that is a very good question. i have no idea, i mean --

which is where i was going to explain my stilted verbal run-in with the fireman, but...

Ben from Jersey, interrupting: if you want a boyfriend, why are you sitting here talking to me?

me: well, it's just --

Ben from Jersey: why don't you use your yippity-yap and go talk to any one of these other guys?

and that was it.

(now, i realize you might not find this as profound as i did in that moment, but probably you have not had pint glasses of gimlets, which is key. so bear with me.)

here is what i think. i think Ben from Jersey reminded me that it's not about wing-women, or funny t-shirts, or even men on the bus, or men like The Boy who may or may not even bother to read emails from you**. it's about the fact that i am verbal. and while left unchecked i may be filter-less and exceedingly chatty and tangential and illogical and have a tendency to blather on in person AND in writing (HI!), but that is who i am.

so rather than ignore the yippity-yap, or try and work around it or subvert it, perhaps i should actually try and use it.

perhaps the yippity-yap is actually a selling point.

well okay, no. i know it isn't. but maybe i should just embrace it anyway.

and that is what i think the point is. for me, and for so many of you invisible internet friends who are also (clearly) verbal: maybe it's time we just embrace the verbal insanity and use our yippity-yap.

you know? i figure eventually someone's bound to find it charming. and if not, i'll always have sun-soaked days at the beer garden with yarn and gimlets and good friends.

thanks, Ben.





*drunk.

**more on this later.

30 comments:

  1. Ben from New Jersey is totally right. It kind of follows your line of thinking that if the guy won't come talk to you, you're not compatible... Well, if he doesn't find your yippity-yap just adorable and charming, he is SO not right for you.... Because, really, even if you can keep it under wraps for a date or two, how long before he finds out about it?

    *hugs*

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  2. I am SO jealous you have the Yarn Ho shirt!

    My mother sent me a link to it last week and I've been lusting over it...

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  3. Any guy you see for a while is going to find out about the yippety-yap anyway, so you may as well be upfront about it.
    My girl has yippety-yap. I dig it.
    We laugh ALL the time!
    (I have guy-YY, too!)
    And now I like saying yippety-yap.
    Thanks.

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  4. The yippety yap is *definitely* a selling point.

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  5. oh my gosh, you are so right.
    i've got it too! and everyone who loves me, loves it! and half the time I try to hide it because oh i don't know, somebody might not like it.
    BWAHHAHAHA! The joke has been on me!
    I'm going to take my yippety yap outside now!

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  6. I attest to the power of the yippety-yap. I get all KINDS of ass from YYAs (yippety-yap admirers). I have labelled my YY as "social lability" ... i can talk to whomever, wherever, for however long i need to, and it will go swimmingly. YYers are the best party dates ever, because they won't stand in the corner eating all the cheez doodles (ok, i still eat all the cheez doodles but whatever) and asking if the guy is ready to go yet... they will socialize and be fabulous and everyone will think that their date is fabulous by proxy.

    it's true. yip-yap away.

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  7. Speaking of yippety-yap, when I was trying to think of a moniker to use as my email address, someone suggested toks2much. However, I have found it to be more of a selling point than a deterrent so I say yippity yap away! This bar you were in, you have to be talking about Zeitgeist. Love that place! Let me know next time you're going, I live nearby on 17th and I'll be your wing-girl if Snarky can't make it.

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  8. "Yarn Ho" is not just for knitters...it's a great pun for writers, too!

    ~Kurt

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  9. hey- it was the fireman's loss. ben and emily (isn't it?) were so much more fun!! yay for the garden state!

    -el snarkster

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  11. You mean yippity-yap is a selling point? Then will someone please explain to me what it is, exactly, that is deterring all the men???

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  12. I just moved to SF last week and know exactly what bar you're talking about, went there on Friday night, it's an awesome dive bar and the tamale lady is da bomb

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  13. Oh, and yippety-yap is a good think, much better than quiet women just waiting to be entertained.

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  14. always best to embrace your strengths and quirks!

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  15. Oh my god.

    The yippety-yap was not my friend this weekend.

    I suppose I should embrace it, but sometimes the consequences are dire.

    DIRE!

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  16. Long live the yippety yap and acceptance of said yippety yap. Wherever ya go, there ya are. Might as well amuse yourself and others along the way. Cute boys are no diff.

    There's a place here in Boston that is not mention-worthy but for the fact that they've taken the gimlet to the next logical step (clearly, immortality). The grapefruit gimlet. The portion size is quite unfortunate but it is quite yummy while it lasts... that is until the check reminds you that perfection does indeed have a price.

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  17. Hey, I used to live in Hoboken and had a friend who was Ben's female counterpart -- she was a huge yapper and she was married. When we went out with her, she'd talk t al the men, find out who was single, and make them talk to her friends while she talked to all the taken ones.

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  18. I think it was only 6 in the car, unless you're counting the 6'5 texan as 2 people.

    And thank you for being kind (to me) in the relaying of that story.

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  19. serre,

    i was including the cab driver.

    :)

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  20. oh, i <3 zeitgeist.

    i met the boy when i was roughly 3 zillion sheets to the wind, and was very much yippity-yapping at him about... well, i really don't remember. but he found it charming. and you'll find someone who'll find it charming, too. so there.

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  21. It's true. Yippity-yap means you are NOT BORING and that is important. I have finally decided that I will not date anyone who has an issue with the "yippity-yap." My exact words, at the moment of this epiphany, were "I will stop being a drunk and a loudmouth for NO MAN." A few men HAVE been attracted to this. One even said it was cool that I knit (and was also drunk).
    Your post has reminded me of the importance of that advice :)

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  22. Oh! duh, the cab driver.

    Somehow, I don't count them as the people trying to pile in (no offense to cab drivers)

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  23. Embrace the Yippity Yap. Because see, I have it, and used to try to hide it. But I met TheBoy after roughly 17 pints of this really yummy beer that a mutual friend had brewed (it WAS the best beer ever). And me? After 17 pints? Not so good at controlling the YY.

    So, he dug it, asked me out and we went. Of course on the date I had slightly fewer beers and was able to control my YY much better. Or so I thought. Until on the second date he was like:

    "What happened to the charming, witty girl with the hilarious, sarcastic humor?"

    Ouch. And lesson learned. I will never stiffle the YY ever again!

    Amen.

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  24. I guess what makes yippity yap a selling point, to me, is what you're yippity yapping about. If it's intelligent, informed, humorous, challenging, enticing, edgy, witty, or any combination of the above or similar, then it is definately a selling point. If it's about the latest t.v. talk show, the latest "pop" song, or a "did you hear about so and so" or "can you believe he/she is wearing that" type crap, then I say take your yippity and yap it on someone else...but that's just me.

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  25. I have a pretty active YY that is manifested through my "inner monologue". When people say that I’m quiet I wonder what they are talking about and then I realize that all that chatter is usually just inside my head. Until I’ve had a few, and then inner monologue becomes outer monologue and watch out! I’ve had a few people tell me that I’m like a different person when I’ve been drinking, fortunately that other person is funny and lively…or so I’m told. Maybe it would be better if I could embraced my YY and not assume that no one else is interested in what I’m thinking when I’m sober? Hmmmmm…

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  27. Yippity-yap is definitely charming. I could use more yippity-yap myself ;P

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  28. Shananigans, your post sounds like my inner monologue! I couldn't have said it better myself! Cheers!

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  29. I am a yippity yapper myself... however... even I have to say "she speaks and yet says nothing" sometimes... sometimes silence becomes a thoughtful tool to understanding oneself and the fellow too... many menfolk simply don't understand the thinking process of a yapper... particularly those guys not into their feminine side. Gray vs black & white thinkers maybe?

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  30. Wait, I know a bar in SF with outside benches and beer. What's the name of that place again?

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