Dept. of Wish Fulfillment
I went to a dueling piano bar last Thursday, almost a year after my first visit. Compared to Louie Louie ’s ridiculously festive décor –– instruments, piñatas, bras, deer heads –– Pete’s Dueling Piano Bar ’s was sort of tame. And the ribald versions of pop songs were equally ho-hum. Some friends and I had gone to Pete’s to kill time before the 10 p.m. comedy open-mic at nearby Hyena’s Comedy Night Club . As one of the pianists was barreling through “ Pour Some Sugar on Me ” while directing several recent TCU grads to get familiar with one another in a stationary conga line , one of my friends leaned over. “This is probably the funniest thing we’re gonna see tonight,” he said.
It was not, and it also wasn’t the funniest –– in a weird, tragicomic way –– thing I’d seen that day. It was a Thursday, and every Thursday, I arrive at The Boiled Owl Tavern