I have grown a beard during the holidays and, unlike David Letterman and Conan O'Brien, who both also grew beards during the holidays, I do not have a problem with the current writers' strike. My partner, Shithead, and I, do all of our own writing, for which we sincerely apologize. I'll post a picture of my motley growth as soon as I remember to take one.
This weekend's jaunt took me to my normal watering hole at Lakes Cafe and then on to the Billiards Club about three miles away. My pal Emilio and I decided we'd do a Banzai run around the area to check the status quo. The following is a true story (more or less) and the names and places may or may not have been changed to protect the inebriated.
We arrived at Lakes Cafe around 9 p.m. and found the club just beginning to shake the happy hour lethargy. The karaoke show was just beginning and I sat down with my friend, Johnny W. Black and settled in. Hector and Lourdes stopped by for a cocktail and it was great to see them again. They've been kinda laying low after all the months of displacement from their home during a tremendous remodeling job.
After a while, Johnny suggested I sing a couple of songs and, being the good friend that I am, I complied with "After The Loving" by Engelbert Humperdink and an old favorite of mine, "Fly Me To The Moon".
We moved on to the Billiards Club and I ran into a lot of people I haven't seen in a while, including the owner, his guests and a young lady named Mia (who I didn't remember, but she assured me that she knew me). Of course, I'm a lot better with faces than names being a member in good standing of The Old Timer's Association. Time has a way of slipping by when you're entertained and I got home somewhere between 3-4 a.m., the exact time being somewhat obscured by the fact that the fact was somewhat obscured (what?).
Being the glutton for punishment that I am, On Saturday, Emilio and I decided we'd try a little place that specialized in cigars. The place (the name of which escapes me) has an area where you can smoke and an area where the patrons play dominoes (which is the real reason we went). Unfortunately, they have only soda and water as beverages and although the domino games were fun, the lack of suitable beverages forced us to abandon our domino careers and to forge on to the Billiards Club, where we met up with the poet, J. Whiskey Black and an unnamed lass with whom we passed the remainder of the evening. One of these evenings, we should play billiards ! Sunday was spent, alas, just spent, as was I !
The Pictures: Some feel good pictures of a deer found swimming in one of the great lakes by a kindly fisherman. The deer, who put up no fight due to exhaustion, was rescued and later released by the kindly fisherman (notice the Marine Corp T-shirt). There's more random shots that I found this weekend that I hope you enjoy.
This Date In History: 1610; Italian astronomer Galileo observes threesatellites orbiting Jupiter. 1785; French aeronaut Jean Pierre Blanchard and American physician John Jeffries of Boston are the first to successfully cross the English Channel in a gas balloon. 1913; The process to obtain gasoline from crude oil is patented. 1927; Commercial phone service across the Atlantic begins. 1953; U.S. President Harry Truman announces the development of the Hydrogen bomb. 1955; American singer Marian Anderson is the first black woman to perform at the Metropolitan Opera House.
Birthdays: Millard Fillmore, 13th president of the United States, (1800), Albert Bierstadt, American painter (1830), Jean Pierre Rampal, French flutist (1922).
The Hits Just Keep On Coming: From my pal, Beverly comes...
An old, tired-lookingdog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collarand well-fed belly that he had ahome. He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell asleep in a corner. Anhour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.
The next day he was back, resumed his position in the hall, and slept for an hour.This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: 'Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.'
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar:'He lives in a home with ten children -- he's trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?'
A man got a new Ferrari for his birthday and went to test drive it on the highway. As he was driving he wondered how fast it could go, but before he could get very far he heard sirens. He sped up thinking he could outrun the cop, but then he came to his senses and pulled over. The cop walked over and asked for the man's license and registration. Then the cop said, "Listen, Mac, it's Friday, I'm tired, and I just want to go home, so if you can give me an excuse I haven't heard before, I'll let you go."
The man thought for a minute, then replied, "My wife ran off with a cop the other day, and I thought you were trying to give her back to me."
The cop nodded and said, "Have a nice day."
That's it for today my little doodlebugs. More tomorrow.
Stay Tuned !