Tuesday, December 13, 2011

\'Aut\: to go out in the open

Recently, I switched up my jogging course. Instead of going where I wanted, I decided to let the walk signs decide. I chose a direction to run in and whenever I hit an intersection, I would go wherever the "Walk" sign led me. Not only freeing my mind of trying to decide where I wanted to go, but also not having to wait on street signs. On my run, I passed by a small cul-de-sac where there were small shops  can cafes lined up along a brick pathway, strung with lights, christmas bows, and a small fire pit in the center. One shop in particular interested me called Aut Bar, a small "coffee" shop dimly lit with enlarged photos covering the walls. Since then, I have decided to keep that route and after running past the cafe multiple times, I decided this past Saturday I would finally go.

Ella and I gathered up our laptops, books, and notebooks to prepare for our exams at the little cafe. We passed down Main Street where we came across 2 fairy doors. We continued on until we reached Aut Bar in Kerrytown. Upon entering Kerrytown, I noticed on the door  it said "/Aut/: adverb: to go out in the open." Once we got inside we immediately realized that Aut Bar was not a cafe, but a restaurant. Despite having already eaten breakfast, we sat down anyway to enjoy eggs and toast with home-ade jelly because the restaurant was so small that it would have been rude of us to leave right away. There was a christmas tree in the back corner strung with tinsel, ornaments, and lights. Portraits of people young and old hung on the wall. 

While we sat there waiting for out meal, I noticed a book case full of books, and one which read "Know the Legal Rights of Gays and Lesbians."  Shortly after the waiter, wearing tight khakis and a tight blue polo that read "Aut," came up to fill out waters. It slowly occurred to me that we were eating at a gay breakfast bar. All the waiters were males wearing tight khakis to emphasize their tight little asses and the same tight blue polo to emphasize their tight little pecks. In purple letters along the glass windows, it read "Out-rageous, Out-landish, Out-standing." It became certain that it was a gay bar when a transvestite sat at the table next to Ella and I. 

If Ella and I had been mistaken for a lesbian couple at the Aut Bar, it would not have been the first time.  After having become friends with several boys from down the hall, one day Dan blurted out, "Are you lesbian?!" They all leaned in and waited in anticipation for our response. Despite having each hooked up with a guy in the hall, it took us a while to establish ourselves as straight and strictly friends.While at Aut bar, Ella and I laughed because we were well aware that we looked like a couple. We used to joke that Ella had the same hair cut as Justin Bieber....

Recently she decided to grow it out, and as it has been growing from a pixie cut into a bob it has started to look something like these finnish children from Rare Export: A Christmas Tale...
In the end, when her bob has grown out I hope it will look something like this....

After eating at Aut Bar, we stopped to warm up by the bonfire while Charlie Brown's Christmas played throughout the cul-de-sac. We went stopped in some shops to look at art and jewelry for the Tiny Expo and concluded our day in Kerrytown with Tea Haus across the street for some caffeine and enjoyed a holiday chai by the tea pot. Inexpensive and a great place to study and on our way out we found ANOTHER fairy door to add to our count. 

Saturday night we wore christmas sweaters and went to see a dark comedy called Rare Export: A Christmas Tale. It was magnificent and I highly recommend it, in fact, I will probably see at least one more time before Christmas. It strays away from the typical Christmas flick redefining the meaning of Christmas and our modern day representation of Santa Clause and the term "elf."

Make the most of the holiday season and most importantly go to a gay breakfast, sit by a bonfire, enjoy tea, and watch Rare Export: A Christmas Tale.