I went to Heidelberg for the first time tonight. I had imagined from the exterior that it would be St. Paulie Girls serving bratwurst in steins to men in Lederhosen while the sounds of pre-pubescent boys yodeling filled the tavern. It's really just like a bar. They have specials on Miller Lite, and tonight they had karaoke. I will say that I have never been at a bar with so many girls and so few guys. That is until Phucking Phil showed up. You may remember Phucking Phil from such post as "Phucking Phil". This isn't my most recent experience with the Phil.
Just last week I was walking down State Street when PP was outside the neighbor's house asking Sweet Baby Gwen if Kiki was home. Of course he was in plaid shorts, and shirtless.
Tonight, he showed up with some guys for a birthday, and you guessed it, they were drunk. Phil had his signature sombrero, sunglasses and harmonica on. He was dancing with all of the girls, organizing crowd surfing, and signing Piano Man. I couldn't want to be Phil more. I did learn some juicy Phil secrets from the girls at the bar, and best of all is that he has no idea that I secretly envy him, or know who he is. Even though I am pretty sure he has had alumni status for awhile I guess he is living across the street next year. Yay Phil!
The good news is that karaoke is freaking awesome. It was a good crowd and I came with 9 girls and no other dudes. I got my freak on. After my rendition of Jessie's Girl brought down the house, it was pretty much straight freaking after that. It's far away but I might have to squeeze it into the regular lineup after Bar Louie Tuesday's.
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