I hate alergies. I think they are the worse plague man has endured through the ages. I mean why did God create them. Right now my entire nose feels like its running quicker and faster than the Colorado River. I know a lot of people are alergic to a lot of stuff, dust, sun, pollen,weeds and mold. I am just alergic to everything when the summer time comes around. I remember when I was at St. Pauls I rarely had alergy fits. But now that I am back in Houston it happens more often. I think my alergies are driving me nuts. They keep on advertising medicines that are suppose to help but I don't think most of them work. Cause well, I still have my alergies and they tend to fight back with a vengence.
I am going to figure it out, eventually I will find a cure to attack all those pesky alergic bugs.
OK ENOUGH ABOUT ALERGIES.
LAST NIGHT WAS TRUELY A TERRIBLE NIGHT! YES I know i was typing in all caps. Last night I went back even though part of me wanted to go, I had to put up with terrible poetry and terrible bartendingship. I went with Andrew to Helios. The bar was a total disappointment, and let alone a total let down. First the bartender didn't use any of her glassware to serve drinks and served alcohol in plastic cups. Sure if you are pouring cheap beer like Shiner you can do that, but if you are ordering a Tquillia Sunrise, use a freaking glass. Or when you are pouring a Harp or Bass you should use a glass. A good Harp is better served with a glass not plastic. Plus the bartender didn't know how to make simple drinks and I seemed to be running the bar as if it was my own. I could of done it myself.
What totally frustrated me, is the prices are so outrageous at that hell hole, I felt like either you would walk in being ripped off or welcomed and I felt neither. I waited in line to read and out of the clear blue Mr David Lejueune is reading before me so he could go to bed. Well so of course I politely waited again but here is what I found upsetting,he was still there when it was my turn to read. I mean I was the second to last one to read and it was 10:30 and he said he was going to bed. Go figure. Well I am sorry, David is a good friend but cutting in line so you can go to bed and then staying for the set is just rude. I figured I could come up with the same line. I have to take my medicine so I want to be up next. That means I can take my medicine whenever and then wait and fart around.
Oh well I am sorry poets at the place aren't the same any more. They have lost all aspects of why the place seems cool anymore. Its like the place has been and even when I was in psychosis thinking the place was cool but its a dump its a real shit hole. I remember when they had cool bartenders and even cooler host. But now the hosts are lame and the bartenders don't know there own drinks. Its just sad. For crying out loud Mariana, (owner) you have let the place gone down hill. I am thinking if I was a regular again, I would demand changes and I would see that there were changes in bringing the place as cool as it once was. Maybe I have been medicated to think that the place is different but it hurts me so much to see a place gone to waste. I know now why I haven't gone back, I know it wasn't just because of the heavy pot or the wasted teenagers, but it was because the place was wasted place or time. No one cool ever goes there any more. Helios or Mauselium has truely been an angry place for me. Bring back cool bartenders, great shows great poets even outrageous things but now the place is a place for the leftist elitist. I know that sounds like a contractidiction but damn this place has truely been a place where people can't even think or express there own moral thoughts any more without worrying about bein censored. Angry of the place! Yes I have loved a place that is no longer in my heart. My heart has been torn because people don't know how to run the place any more. What brings me back,is slowly making me want to stay home and watch t.v. or go to another dive. This place is not a home as it used to be. Its a sad sad place. Delusioned by the thoughts that poets once stood to bring there rights of expressionism.The thoughts that teenagers eager for there first beer, are now dashed into self loathing. Now we are left with pompus elitism who think poetry is just for cool people. Whatever happend to our poets, what ever happend to our bartenders, what ever happend to our host. What ever happend to our barbacks who were sarcastic with one another. The whole place has changed. From good to worse.