Talking About Mortality Over Drinks at La Habra Bowl's 13th Frame Lounge
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"Fuck the 49ers!" bellowed the guy in a Packers shirt as he burst through the back doors of the 13th Frame Lounge with a girl in a Pack-ers jersey and toddler in tow. "Give me two shots and a pitcher of Bud Light," he announced to the bar. Even-keeled Jan asked what kind of shots. "Anything," he replied.
His woman walked several paces behind him, wheeling a bowling bag. Which certainly would be an odd thing to bring to a cocktail lounge were this '60s-style hangout not attached to the legendary La Habra 300 Bowl. It was as if the trio had a Walter Sobchak mo-ment after Green Bay lost and said, "Fuck it, Dude. Let's go bowling."
But this review isn't about bowling or even football. The 13th Frame Lounge stands on its own as a drinking establishment, with two large rooms, a stage, and decent liquor and beer selections. And for those who miss the days of smoking indoors at a bar, there's even a sealed-off smoking area with a flat-screen TV and a remote for you. Handling it all is Jan, who'll explain to anyone who asks that she came here on vacation from Canada with her husband a couple of decades ago and just never left. Stop by on Cinco de Mayo to celebrate her 25th anniversary of slinging drinks here!
Two young men sat to my left. I often get asked about my tattoos as an ice breaker, and the man nearest me (Sal, as I later learned) asked about my most morbid one, the one that has to do with dying. Why did I get it? "Many reasons, but one is, I'm afraid to die," I replied. "I'm hoping by seeing this every day, it helps me face that fear."
"I think we come back," Sal says. "We become a new person each time we die."
"I don't know about that," I responded. "How come I don't remember anything before this life? It's all blank before, like, age 2."
"It would be too heavy, too much of a burden to remember all of your lives," he explained. "But we do get glimpses of it. You know, déjà vu? You experience it then."
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"No one is afraid to die," says Jan, jumping in. "Other than being murdered, the act of dying itself doesn't hurt. People are afraid to not exist."