Jiggers on Babcock, San Antonio, Texas
Jiggers (Babcock Rd)
I am fairly new to this town called San Antonio, and it was obvious the night I showed up at Jiggers. I had no idea that this was the place that serviced the biggest losers this town has.
Just pulling into the parking lot alone should have warned me… there was garbage everywhere, and I am positive that the dumpster had not been emptied in weeks…the odor it gave off could have gagged a maggot.
Well against my better judgment, I went inside.
It was a dreary place, outdated, and almost completely empty. (Except for the 3 very obvious regulars) My boyfriend and I sat at the end of the bar and put a 20$ bill on the counter and waited…….and waited……..and waited………What the fuck? I know she saw us!! Could her conversation with some completely intoxicated man be more important then taking my drink order? When she finally did drag her fat ass over, we ordered a pitcher of Miller Lite, and a shot….my pitcher was piss warm, and my shot glass was maybe about 2/3 of the way full.
Not wanting to make a scene, I elbowed my boyfriend in the ribs, and told him to be quite. I guess it must have been about a 1/2 hour to 45 minutes later when other people finally did start showing up…It was karaoke night! Ohh, what fun. (Note the sarcasm)
There is nothing more pathetic then a group of wanna-be singers who walk into a “punk” bar to sing. I have heard better sounds from a cat in heat. These people sang, (if that’s what you call it) and drank shot after shot, and beer after beer.
Completely amused at this point, we decided to order a couple of bottle beers in hopes that they would at least be semi cold (they weren’t) , and watch these American Idol rejects. (I am a big time people watcher; it amuses the hell out of me) The group of people there had to be the strangest bunch ever. There was a man who had to be about 35 wearing skinny jeans that had zippers on the back, and was balding something awful…another lady that was at least his age or possibly older with a wanna-be Betty Paige look….Basically a bunch of posers that wished they were Sid Vicious, and hung out at The CBGB in its heyday.
There was one kid that stood out more then the rest though, not only was he one of the biggest people that I ever saw in my life, but he had all kinds of weirdo piercings, a faux hawk, and was busting a sag…big time. I had never seen such an odd looking person. He went back and forth from the bar to the stage more times then I could count….and just before he was about to sing another song, on his way BACK to the stage, this mother fucker blew fucking chow EVERYWHERE!!! He just stood there and barfed!!! The whole 10 people at the bar just stared….even the fucking bartender!!! You will never guess what this guy did next…he wiped the puke off his shirt, face, and shoes, and went up on stage and sang! What the Fuc*There is a big pile of puke on the floor, and nobody is doing a thing about it! They did not throw him out, they did not clean it, they did not even block the area off…they just let him sing his song, and all laughed after. That puke lay there for about 15 minutes before they finally started cleaning it up!
After seeing all this, I immediately asked for my check…and of coarse it took the bitch forever to get it for me. Disgusted and ready to puke myself, I gave her my money, and when she brought me the change back, I left her a 1 dollar tip, (she was a complete douche bag) and left. I have to tell you guys, unless you like hanging out with the people that even the band geeks, and chess team won’t hang out with, then AVOID this place at all costs!!!!