fayetteville weekend

i went to see dukes of hazard at the marketview mall on friday. maybe the show will help me to contextualize the sort of people i'm meeting; some of them must be from towns of less than 1200 people. then i went to a place called 'Matsuri', which reputedly is a sports bar/sushi place. but when i walked in i saw a bunch of heavyset white folk propped up against high chairs around a pool table, in cramped quarters, mostly men. i turned and walked out.

i next tried my hand at the Highlander, in the old town, near Bragg Blvd. I took it that not many army folk pass thru there, and i wasn't much disappointed. a live folk band was playing songs like 'House of the Rising Sun', and a couple attrative women were swarmed with about 5 men on each shoulder. some of the men even wore beards and dreadlocks. the pub serves its tap beer warm, like they do in Scotland, so i had two warm Guiness. i'm used to drinking it cold.

the next night, after eating some countryside Japanese food at a place called Inaka, i went looking for a place called Jesters, reputedly near Fisher Rd. But no one knew its location, and it wasn't on Fisher rd. So i ended up at some place called Ugly Sticks on Raeford Rd. there's a 5 dollar cover charge for men, 3 for girls. the front room has a catwalk/dance floor for girls, under something resembling a tin roof, decked out with christmas lights. it was daisy dukes night, celebrating the dukes of hazard. they even had the general lee car in the front gravel lot. on the large patio outside you had a concrete gazebo selling bottled beer, a board walk leading to a connecting bar, but to get there you had to finish your beer and dispatch of it before you crossed the line, into the other bar's territory. they also had a small stage set up for a band, and so a few more girls in daisy dukes competed against each other, trying to best jessica simpson, i guess.
i actually concluded that the place is great. it's great because of its clientele. the security guys walk around in bright neon shirts, and all are army guys trying to make ends meet. then you have obese folks in their 40s intermingling with other people's husbands and wives. and you had hillbillys in cowboy hats and ragged strands of hair on their dirty faces, choking on their bud light. a strange sight among the 99 per cent white peepz was one chinese girl thoroughly enjoying herself. she apparently worked there, but didn't exactly work. i think her job was to dance. and every time the song 'these boots were made for walking" came on (And it came on quite a bit) she took to the stage and started dancing in her jeans and requisite stetson (cowboy?) hat, and boots. she'd grab onto a steel bar above the stage and do a somersault off it. and when the song was over she'd go stand by herself somewhere around the club (which was mostly located outside), and a few guys would approach her and give her compliments.

america needs a new energy policy, and not quite the new bill just passed in congress.

hrm.
i took a picture of the outdoor wooden stage with my cameraphone