Alone in George's Tavern

The Georges Tavern posts came into being as a way of communication between one of my best friends and me. We used this to indulge in eccentric writings, sometimes conveying what was going on in our lives, and sometimes just making up weird stories !! =)

The tavern was almost empty. Not many had come. It had snowed almost all day in the mountains, and most people decided to settle in by a cozy warm fire, stroke their cat (if they had one), and relax.

But thats not what he wanted. The tavern was a part of him now. In fact, it was so much a part of him that if he didn't show up, George would get a minor heart attack.

And of course...the scotch.

He sat in the middle table this time. Usually he preferred the corners, but this time, since no one was really there, and the few that were pissed out and passed out because they got snowed in the tavern, and deciding that there was nothing better to do...you can figure out the rest, he decided to take the middle table.

He was still by himself. His friends were busy with their lives. Technically, so was he. But procrastination was his middle name. All he did was spend most of the time in tavern, drifting away into a self induced utopia. His home away from home was, in fact, literally his home away from home.

"Something up ?", George asked, as he came and sat down besides him. Since no one was really there, George decided to take a break and sit by his favourite customer.

"Oh, nothing much really...just thinking the usual things", he replied. "I think its high time you stop thinking.", George replied. "When you know there is something you can't do anything about, its best to let it come to you, to let it happen, and then, when it does, you shove a giant bean stalk up its arse."

He chuckled. There were quite a few things, and people too, over whose arses he would love to shove a bean stalk up. He chuckled again as he pictured the consequences.

In days like the ones he was having, sometimes he figured it was best to do two things. One, accept the brighter things, for he figured there was no point in brooding over the darker ones. Of course, easier said than done ! Secondly, and this was something he rather enjoyed doing, was to sail away to his home away from home.

And this was exactly what he was planning on doing.