Day Drinker: Man-Mines, Trouble and Heartache at the Snap Lounge (Part 1 of 2)
Who says you have to wait until the sun goes down to have a good time?
"I know. It's too much, even for the two of us."
"You call it. I mean, I'll do it, but if we go back in, who knows what's going to happen."
"Run. Run to the car."
Stan was there from the start. The start being 9 a.m. outside the Snap Lounge, where my new Day Drinking partner, ex-guitarist of NunZilla and all-around queen of cool, Tana, and I are preparing our grand entrance (my previous D.D. partner, Ronda, had gone straight and got a job. Go Ronda!) Like Tana and me, Stan's from Michigan. With his gold-rimmed glasses, receding hairline, gin blossom nose, and psoriasis, he looks like the love child of J.T. Walsh and W.C. Fields. Within 10 minutes of meeting Stan, he lets the two of us know he'd just gotten a new car after clearing up five outstanding warrants for his arrest in California and spending thousands of dollars to get his license back.
"Why don't you let me drive your new car?"
That's J.D. -- or Jack Daniels, as he likes to be called. But more about Jack in a minute.
The morning after what must have been the smelliest Super Bowl party in Phoenix, the Snap's fluorescent lighting and the odor of disinfectant are strong enough to make our eyes water. Fans in every corner of the bar loudly blast the winds of sterilization in all directions, and a heavily tattooed dude wearing a sleeveless George Strait shirt mops his way into the women's loo.
"I was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder five years ago." That's Stan again. Did we mention he's 62 years old? "It was a hell of a life for me before I found out. I take medication for it now."
We ask Stan whether he should be imbibing while on bi-polar medication.
Puzzled, he looks at us and says, "Yeah, I can drink on it."