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From Freedom to Couch Bondage, in the Same Weekend

It really is NOT as dirty as it sounds.  Mores the pity.

This weekend we completely cleaned out the apartment and moved all assorted detritus to the house.  Sacco is turning the keys in today and we will be FREE of two homes worth of electric bills!  Granted, one was mostly off with the exception of the A/C but still.  It existed and was functioning as basically an overgrown storage unit for most of July and we are now OUT.  Feels good.

It looks nice too.  Sacco and I can beat any maid service out there when we have the right motivation.  Such as the retrieval of a fairly substantial security deposit.

The bad news was I was so caught up in that on Saturday, I missed my dosage on my medication.  With what I take, you really do not notice until the next day when your world cracks into itty bitty pieces and you don’t know WHY.  Here I was, patting myself on the back for FINALLY being all clear with the withdrawals from the Abilify and then I went and made a stupid mistake like forgetting the other two.

Fortunately, my complete melt down happened at home, with an understanding spouse and two cuddly puppies.  I was able to ensconce myself on the couch under said puppies and watch the most brutal reality show ever, especially for people who happen to be in the same sort of business it purports to rescue.

Spike TV, known across the US (I am unfamiliar with whether or not it may exist elsewhere) as the misogynists’ best friend and telly channel, has a new (to me) program called Bar Rescue.  I watched this for HOURS on Sunday.  Mouth agape, moving only to go to the loo, I was sucked into the world of Jon Taffer.  The show follows the same setup as the gorgeous Gordon Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares.  Gent gets called to failing business, meets with clueless/burnt-out/neglectful owner, gets a bit shouty, works miracle physical transformations and then hopes the people involved follow suit and keep up.

The best part of both shows mentioned is the laying odds on who is going the work out and who is going to continue to fail.  Sacco and I were on a winning streak when Bar Rescue premiered with the Piratz Tavern (link is to their Yelp! page as I am SURE their website has crashed with all the publicity, given the errors received when I tried to pull it up.)  We could not even bet.  The sheer force of attitude rolling off of everyone in the building made us spend the entire hour or so wondering why this woman even called the show in the first place.  We came to the private conclusion that they MUST be punking Spike to get some free equipment and paint.

That being said, I think the show must have been punking them back.  To take a theme bar, with a staff and owner truly dedicated and working that theme like there is simply no other way on earth, and then try to make them into a suit and tie corporate place?  A little bit of a stretch there.  Other bars featured on this program had been cleaned up, painted, names changed to protect the guilty, etc BUT not a single one had been so utterly and completely dismantled like the Piratz Tavern.  (You have no idea how much the “Z” there pains me to type BTW.)  It was truly like the host was just so freaked out by this niche of people, he wanted to basically bleach the place “normal”.  Like taking a Goth bar and painting it pink and installing glaring lighting, he took what was a home to the staff, regulars, and a whole demographic and attempted to force it to be something else in it’s entirety.  I’d have been pretty pissed too.

I don’t know what I expected from this episode, but it was not what I got.  Poor One-Eyed Mike looked so fracking uncomfortable for the last half, it was all I could do not to jump through the screen and give him cuddles and a slug of rum.  If that man was not meant to be a pirate in this lifetime, then no one is.

I thought that it would be spruced up, cleaned up, tightened up (even pirate ships have Captains) but not destroyed.  It was a shame that Taffer could not spend a whole week on recon.  Food looked horrid and was treated poorly in the kitchen, but who knows what happy hour and the bar itself is like throughout the week?  We saw a snapshot of a place many are happy to term “bizarre” and run from, not a whole picture.

It is also a damn dirty shame that people are using what they saw on Telly to bring the bar’s current Yelp! rating down.  This was filmed possibly several months before showing and people are swarming in to give it one star due to what was seen on TV.  Who knows what the staff actually took away from the experience unless they visit themselves.  It could have improved while keeping their piraty happiness.  From articles like this and this, I think there may be a wee bit of hope.  You can only be stuck in the doldrums for so long before SOMETHING happens anyway.

~M~

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