We go from city to city, across the country and back again with no discernible logic behind the when’s and why’s.

But the bars are all the same.

Tonight we’re in a ‘neighborhood tavern’ that advertises $2 vodka drinks on the front door.

I’m with Seth, a No. 5 starter with enough years in The Show that’s there’s no question he’s picking up the tab.

We thought about eating at the bar, but the tender, Sarah, disappeared for stretches and it was easy to see this place was soon to be crowded and loud. We ordered our food to go.

While we waited, I ordered a beer since Seth was driving. To my right, a guy was tackling a three-headed friend posse, jabbing back and forth with all but centering his attention on the one standing.

On my left, the couple looked and sounded like a first date. It was a fair amount of awkward silences and a somewhat outgoing press by the female.

“I apologize for the wait. I’m normally at my bar in Belleville. I’m just filling in for someone on medical leave. This set up is different and this is my first night.”

“How long are you here?”

“I’m filling in for a few months, every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.”

In the back of the Uber, Seth checked our schedule.

“If we’re back in town, should be able to get some free drinks out of her.”

“I was thinking about the happenings happening in there. You think the guy to the right was trying to bring two home?”

“I think that was casting to take home whatever’s willing to follow. We’ve all been there before.”

I never had, so I stayed silent.