Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Fuckin West Haven!

"Are you fuckin serious!?" I literally said to myself, while walking along the beach today, as I looked down at the green shards of broken glass embedded within the otherwise pristine sands. A Heineken, I suppose.

But this is my Connecticut summer happy place, and today I'm right back to it. I spent the better part of an hour under the cloudless sunny blue sky walking along the water, onto the jetties, the piers, and through the charming tree lined promenade before my appetite, and thirst of course, caught up with me.

I found myself sitting in my SECOND favorite beach side bar, The Savin Rock, because I tried and failed to go to my number one, The Oyster River Tavern. I went there first, because I love the ambience, the delicious raw Blue Points, and because of Tammy.

Tammy. She isn't the most talkative bar tender, but she is friendly. Kind of. She's cordial, and she knows me. She knows what I order, and to tell me before I even sit down if they're out of ripe avocado, that essential ingredient for their mahi wrap that day, or if the keg of Road Jam's kicked.

Today was my first day back this summer, this year even, and when I walked in, Tammy wasn't there. For the first time ever. I saw this young attractive brunette behind the bar who greeted me and smiled. I asked where Tammy was. She stopped dead in her tracks and gave me a weird look.

"Tammy?"

Yes, I replied.

"Tammy was in an accident recently," said the bar tender.

Concerned, I asked if she was ok.

"Tammy actually got shot in the face."

WHAT!? Jaw dropped.

"Oh yeah, she's fine though. It was just buck shot, you know, from a shotgun."

Jesus on ice skates!

"Are you familiar with Campbell Avenue?" She asked.

Indeed I was.

"Have you ever been to Kelly's?"

Indeed I had.

"Well she was there with her husband the other night, got into an altercation with some guy, and the guy left and came back with a shotgun....."

Apparently she's recovering fine and will be ok, but needless to say I didn't feel like ordering any oysters.

I decided to head over to Savin Rock.

Fuckin West Haven.

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