On the Bar Fly Episode 2: Travel with a Drunk Sock Monkey

In 2013 my daughter gave me a sock monkey named Stan, she wanted me to have something to travel with so I would feel safe. Since we visit a few bars when we travel, the sock monkey ended up in a few pubs himself. He then became Stan the Drunk Sock Monkey.

I was sitting with my husband and Stan, the Drunk Sock Monkey, at a bar in Sydney, Australia, when I noticed a clown on a unicycle. After taking pictures of our monkey on the bar and enjoying a beer, I got up and left the bar. My husband saw me go and remarked about the clown on the unicycle. A few moments later, I returned, grabbed the monkey, and told them I would return.

The bartender looked at my husband questioningly, but my husband was unfazed and shrugged, saying it was normal for me. I had made a deal with an anti-fracking clown I saw pass by the bar window. I chased after him and caught up as he was taking a break. I asked him if he would take a picture with my sock monkey, and he agreed, but with a condition, I had to listen to his views about anti-fracking.