Thursday night in town (Gym Friday Morning) - JR. wants to show me a pop-up hipster cocktail bar beneath *****, classic, a back-alley entrance, in a sub-basement 3 stories deep, windowless hole that seats about 20 people, dark but a good ambience, they know him because he orders fancy overpriced "Mocktails", or to put it more bluntly they caught his name because he's the "Shirley Temple" guy.
A little leatherette cocktail book with a list of cocktails, their own "patented" mixologies, the smoked-cedar-plank old fashioned, infused liquors, vinegars, specialty bitters, they've 2 bartenders/servers, classic hipster types with long beards, hair tied back, "in the fashion", 1 DJ, they can't keep up, it's that classic bumble-fuck Kootenay service...
Have our drinks, check out the crowd, JR. chats up the bartenders, then on to a more classic old-school Nelson bar, where JR. orders a real drink and somehow gets inebriated and we're talking about nonsense, par usual, when he mentions the "Bonsai Kittens", an internet thing when the internet was still young and interesting, and it turns out that he believed it, thought it was horribly cruel, and I have to break it to him, it was, like so much of the internet, a complete and utter hoax, merely somebody practicing their photoshop skills, and he didn't know, and I'm thinking who doesn't fact check this stuff?