There’s only one place to go after a really swanky dinner….your local dive bar. And last Friday was no exception. I stepped out to a wonderful new restaurant called Olivia’s where I enjoyed delicious pan-seared scallops and a fantastic celebration with some of my most favorite people in the world. Plus, all the while I could gaze out the window and across the street at the neon glow of my beloved Horseshoe Lounge.
Needless to say we had to pop over.
So there I was sipping on Lone Stars with my elbows propped on the the padded edge of the bar, when suddenly I heard someone call out, “Fly Fish Chick!” Now I was deeply engaged in a very serious tete-a-tete at that particular moment, so at first I brushed it off as my imagination. But then I heard it again, “Fly Fish Chick!”
I glanced toward the end of the bar and sure enough there were two guys nodding at us. It took me a nanosecond but then I recognized one of them as Pete, a super nice guy I met last winter through the Guadalupe River Lease Access program. I had purchased two of his guest passes for the river. Small world!! We all had a big laugh and proceeded to share beers & fishing stories.
The conversation drifted from fishing to music because as it turns out, Pete is a badass musician. He plays the mandolin in a hard-driving bluegrass band called The Meat Purveyors. Support your fellow dive-bar-beer-drinking fisherman and check them out. In the meantime I promise I will be back with more banter just as soon as I possibly can….