Dream Journal 2/15/19 | Vegan Super Bowl Bar

I walked into a large, stadium building with a group of friends. As we walked into the dimly lit arena, we saw that that a bunch of workers were in the process of tearing down a wrestling ring in the middle of the arena. A woman in a suit stood on a table, and began announcing to the crowd that the venue had rescheduled the wrestling events to several hours prior, and were cancelling the concert events for the night, so that they could have a mock Super Bowl. People were outraged, and starting booing and hollering at the woman, who was swiftly escorted away.

My friends and I were there for the concert, and I told them we should leave, but they said they wanted to stay for the mock Super Bowl. I had no interest in staying, but had no ride home, so I went into one of the adjacent rooms, where I found a dining area, which looked like an expensive restaurant, complete with a pretty impressive bar. I sat down at the bar, and talked to the woman behind the counter, voicing my very opinionated opinions on the stunt the management had pulled. She told me she wasn’t happy about it either, and hadn’t had any business all night because of the change in schedule and poor communication, and we decided to get revenge.

She and I brainstormed an idea to ONLY serve vegan food at this mock Super Bowl event. Not themed foods, like vegan wings, or other football party appetizers, but things like veggie platters filled with raw brussel sprouts, carrots, and celery. No meat, no grease, all healthy. She also would only serve nut and soy milk, and water for drinks. No beer, no soda, etc. She told me that the new manager had been trying to get her to quit for a while, and she was waiting to line up another job before leaving, and she finally had found one, and was ready to go out with a bang.

I hopped behind the bar, and helped her take down all of the liquor and beer, and set up all of the various veggie platters and green dishes. As people started coming up to the bar, ready to watch the mock Super Bowl, we presented them with their options, and chaos ensued. She and I stood back behind the bar, as crazed football fans began rioting and chanting,  throwing around furniture, and breaking everything in the room.

The pandemonium died down, and the party goers left. The wait staff filed in, ready to begin serving those who had ordered from out in the large, arena room. Unfortunately, the wait staff had no idea about our plans, and were forced to bring out veggies, cups of water, and plates of sprouts out to the waiting consumers, who swiftly sent it back. All we did was laugh, as swarms of people marched angrily out of the building before the game even started.

My phone rang, and it was the babysitter, telling me that she had to cancel, and that she would drop my son off at the building I was in. Before I could protest, she hung up, and suddenly appeared in front of me with my son. My son sat down on one of the bar stools, and I handed him my phone so that he could play games. The girl behind the bar was suddenly gone, and there were a few other people at the bar, trying to order drinks. The beer and liquor had been restored on the shelves behind me, and I began skillfully making drinks, despite having zero experience, and not actually working there…

And then, I woke up.


Author: Super Jan

I am an exceedingly average humanoid who is trying to find where I fit in the world. Opinionated, slightly vulgar, and prone to crippling social anxiety. I am a gamer, retired podcaster, wannabe voice actor, newbie freelancer, Netflix binge-watcher, YouTube addict, and a mom just trying to do my best.

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