When you get your drivers license but you're still too young to drink, you try finding good hang-out spots. That means places where you can loiter without being harassed. A place to meet and pick up other singles. That last aspect was all the more important when you went to an all-male high school. Though I suppose that even for those who didn't, it was good to not have to deal with the gossip and drama that comes along with dating within their high school classmate population.
When I was 17, one of those major places for my friends and I was Mad Maggie's billiard parlor. The old location is gone, but apparently they're still around. They have a website.
How did I find out about the new site? By searching the web for "Mad Maggie's"? No, by curiously searching for blocks of text in this item I found. At first I thought it was one of those parental consent forms, because at some point they established a policy that anybody under 18 needed to get their parents to sign one. But no, it was just a little fictional tale:
Apparently I've had this thing buried for 20 years. But I did notice that the only two copies of this found on the web both had some misspellings. And "1990s" was changed to "1900s". Regardless, I don't see why they're still advertising it that way in 2010.
I have plenty of fond and not-so-fond memories from there. One of the creepier stories that comes to mind is the story of Phil. In fact, it didn't seem as creepy at the time as it does now. Around this time, I was going through one of those near-the-end-of-the-relationship feuds with my girlfriend at the time. It was the first time I had been with somebody for over a year. But quite honestly, I wasn't ready to settle down for the rest of my life with this women, at my age of 16. So I suggested an open relationship. She was devastated. At least at first, that is. She was dating others before I was. And Mad Maggies was an awkward intersection for the three of us.
Who did this girl of 16 date? A guy who was 24. Balding. Living with his mother. In a trailer park. And on top of that, he wanted to kill me. Was it because I was still with the girl he was dating? No, it was because I allegedly made him screw up in a Foosball tournament. All I remember is seeing Phil downstairs in the Foosball room, playing a game with somebody, and me saying hello to him. At some point the ball flew out, and he picked it up while saying something along the lines of "Go talk to [name of that girlfriend], I think she'll have something to say." I don't know if those were the exact words, but it wasn't angry, and it was sort of a "Yeah, hi, sorry but I'm busy. Bye." kind of line. The next day though, the girl tells me that I screwed him up when he was in a tournament, even though he told me 3 times that he was in a tournament, and now he wants to kill me.
Was there any truth to the story? Who knows. I was getting all of the information second hand. At the time it sure screamed "lawsuit" though if Mr. Trailer Trash laid a hand on me. I did however get as much info as I could on the guy. I dug up whatever dirt and other information I could from whoever I could get. I remember this because along with the Mad Maggie's flyer, I also found my notes on him. In the end he just faded away and I don't think I ever saw him again. But boy, he sure was one hell of a creepy douchebag from everything I read.
I finally threw all of this out with the rest of the clutter. But I did enjoy the pleasant reminder that I'm in my 30s and haven't had to go through any of that high school dating drama BS. Who knows what more amusing relics of that era I'll turn up. I should listen to Warrant the next time I find something like that.