If you think the only thing to do at a bar is drink, you’d be sadly mistaken.

I just finished playing trivia at Red Eye Tavern, where I had some pleasing corn chowder. Then I headed to the ‘Bird for IVP and ladies night. The ‘Bird is still serving up food for happy hour and the crowd is growing from that first night.

Speaking of crowds, there looks to be a good group watching Rear Window at the Douglass and I will get to experience DJ Montalban, Jr. and Nomenclature’s front man Denny on the ones and twos.

And I walked to all these locations. I LOVE living downtown.

So I’ve decided to do a little more in my fair city so after much internal debate, I gathered myself, and 4 dollars in quarters, up and headed down to the Hummingbird to find out what the hell Americana was. I was pretty sure it did not follow the traditional meaning, that is, a hokey celebration of all things we call American. Also, the “new wave” placed beguilingly in front of the term piqued my interest. So, I’m sitting here, drinking my Guiness, hoping that at least one person from Macon, GA stumbles across my blog and makes their way downtown tonight. Maybe after the show – featuring Romantica and American Aquarium – when I know what Americana is, I’ll find I liked the snack of Americana even more than the Guiness.