Weekend Open Bar: The Last Weekend In America

Last Friday evening my family and I gathered for a bit of delicious ass (and if you’re confused, ass is delicious) Mexican food to celebrate my birthday. As my brother left, he told us all to “enjoy the last two weekends in America” — a resonant, if not hyperbolic statement. That leaves us, friends, on the precipice of the Last Weekend In America — a resonant, if not hyperbolic statement.

In a country that seems to be unspooling (on both sides of the political spectrum, mind you, I choose no side in this fusillade of suck), what is there to do?

Why, spend some time with you folks at the Weekend Open Bar.

Gather round, folks. The Vampires at the Throat at here, have been here. But as they drink from us, let us drink together. There is Nowhere to go, so let’s go to Nowhere together.

Gather round, folks. The Ancient Ones have emerged from The Swamp, have been resurrected in calamitous and mind-melting horror. But as they smash and obliterate decorum and the concept of empathy and kindness, let us spit in their faces. Through community and communing and warmth and charity among one another. There is Nowhere to go, so let’s go to Nowhere together.

As the Macro goes supernova, let us generate a micro worth spending time in.

I mean, what is there to do?

Why, spend some time with you folks at the Weekend Open Bar.

So tell me, friends. What are you up to this weekend? What are you playing? Who are you spending time with? Are you watching anything dope? Reading anything fantastic? The Night is Dark and full of Terrors, but it’s always warm in the bar.