JAUNTING through the tavern door, I STRODE into the Jolly Roger, a bustling bar in Fortitude Valley, Brisbane. I was met with the unmistakable scent of ADVENTURE and the hearty laughter of fellow SEA DOGS!
COUNT the skull and crossbones. INSIDE: graffiti on the walls! STICKERS, lanterns hanging from the roof, and behind the bar are assorted pirate TRINKETS, cool!
I took a seat at the bar, and caught the eye of the BARKEEP, a burly fellow with a THICK beard.
“What’ll it be, Cap’n?” (He may or/may not have called me Cap’n)
“Scotch and dry,” I say with a growl. “Make it a double.” (also maybe)
As he’s mixing the MIX, I spy HOOKS under the bar. I LOVE THESE. Perfect for the little wristlet I had on me-
(Pausing here for the blokes to Google: wristlet)
so I hung that up and sipped my SCOTCH, like the lady that I am.
The Jolly Roger was ALIVE that night. A fine WATERING HOLE this side of the seven seas good side of THE VALLEY.
If pinball’s your game – there’s machines up the back, but for this evening I was quite content sitting at the bar, being all BARFLY like.
Until next time, may yer sails be full and yer adventures grand!
4.5 chicks out of 5
