Who says you have to wait until the sun goes down to have a good time?
At 7 a.m., my good friend and Day Drinker play date, Ronda, pulled alongside my car in the Ox Sports Bar parking lot, tucked behind a Circle K on 32nd Street. We were trying to yawn ourselves awake. Ronda had the good sense to bring a bag of doughnuts to keep our impending breakfast brews company and spark our senses with a little sugar. We were still wiping the sleep out of our eyes as we walked through the front doors of the Ox, barely noticing the U.S. flag, softly waving to and fro signaling the start of another day in America.
Inside it was cozy, clean and warm. Expectedly sports-bar-like, but more toned down: pool tables bathed in the soft glow of overhead lights, dart boards surrounded by trophies of local teams and players, and TVs -- lots of TVs. Thankfully, they were all turned down, giving us time to get to know the only other person in the bar -- and the one behind it -- Denay.
Denay looked like Pippi Longstocking -- if Pippi had been on the lam for the past 40 years. She had a large, toothy, mischievous smile, twinkling eyes, a few freckles; and although her hair was long and blondish-white. But if you closed your eyes, it was red, parted down the middle and . . . Whee! Pigtails were flying off her head. Oh, Pippi, please take us on one of your crazy adventures.