Posts from the ‘out of town bar stools’ Category
You never know how one chance meeting could affect your life. The repercussions after spending ten minutes with someone side by side at a bar could result in a lifelong friendship, a marriage, a surprise baby bump, or a torrid affair. In my case, this autumn it led to an adventure in Los Angeles. I [...]
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I got picked up on a subway, far far away from my familiar bar stool. It’s not an everyday occurrence, and ordinarily happens when you’re least expecting it. Vulnerable to it. I was in a city far bigger than Vancouver, one where people actually take public transit without it being stigmatized. Have you noticed the [...]
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It was a beautiful summer day in the country. The British country, that is. Picture it: rolling hills, stately mansions, posh morning suits, intricate hats. Why all my friends can’t get married in Britain, I’m not sure. The setting was right out of a Jane Austen novel with a pinch of cheeky Hugh Grant thrown [...]
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I have spent many nights out of town, in strange beds with even stranger surrounding circumstances. I do not complain – these times have allowed for the best days and stories to unfold. To endlessly jaunt around from town to town, country-to-country, would suit me just fine, somewhat like a glass of rosé on a yacht [...]
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It is not every day you can start a tale with “One night in Chiang Mai…” I was sitting in a bar along Loi Kroh Road near the Thapae Gate a few minutes east of the old city in the Srivijaya ward. From my limited hours in the city this seemed to be the most [...]
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When I think about what Parisians do behind closed doors, it usually involves heady red wine and stimulating political or art talk, mixed with a strong waft of seduction. The recent experience I had in the magical city of Paris was quite the opposite. My fantasies of sipping on Calvados while listening to jazz in [...]
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