Word: barring
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...presentable, sufficiently well informed about politics and the arts to make conversation, and given to conservative, preppy clothes, or sweatshirts and a baseball cap. Versace's glam merchandise was not his style. All the same, nobody describes him as reserved. Jesse Cappachione, manager of the Midnight Sun, a bar in the gay Castro district, says that from 1990 to 1992 a well-dressed Cunanan turned up almost every night to buy drinks for everybody. "He was boisterous and always seemed to be smiley," says Cappachione. "His laugh was very distracting. You could hear it in almost every corner...
...basement, snap-shots were tacked on the walls featuring hordes of white-hatted students--presumably the boys--tossing back pitchers with their chums. The stereo system had suffered severe beer-related injuries. In the neglected backyard, amidst scattered beer bottles and broken glass, was a full-sized counter-shaped bar, overturned and rotting on its side. And, in the living room, we found a printed invitation from "Craig, Sean, and Derrick" that read "Come on down too [sic] quench your thirst.... The time has come for the Boys' Twenty-First!" The invitation concluded with the words "Attire: Long ties, short...
...vicarious presence on the vomit-stained rug as we lounged around after long days at our respective summer jobs, my roommates and I soon began making up long and elaborate stories about Derrick, his housemates and their charming home. It was clear to us, for example, how the bar had reached its final resting place. ("Man, we were totally trashed, and then me and Craig threw the bar out the back door. It was awesome.") The odd thumping noises from the stereo had an equally obvious cause. ("Man, we were totally trashed, and then Craig poured beer into the speakers...
...game, Boise: My parents pay $8 a ticket for us to sit in the box seats overlooking first base. My mom has to sit in the next box with a bar separating us...it's only three seats across. We root for the home Hawks against the Yakima Bears...
...long-time lyricist Hal David ever wrote. Indeed, despite the passion and intelligence of Tyner's playing, when we finally hear the notes that correspond to the words "Why do birds suddenly appear..." is it humanly possible not to think of sipping mai tais at an airport piano bar? Or of Karen Carpenter starving herself to death? Or of old-fashioned melody's last stand on the pop charts...