The Wednesday jaunt to AREA 51 was a strange, but funny experience, to say the least. My pal, Emilio, and I went started out at Lakes Cafe and Pub and even on the way there, we were undecided as to where we really wanted to go. But we decided to start there and see what the evening would bring. Perhaps Plan A wasn't well conceived!
We went in and sat at the bar near the usual Wednesday night poker game. Evidently we were at least three drinks behind as conversations were rampant all over the bar. As we listened to the various banter flying around the bar, we soon learned that the only problem that we would have in understanding the conversations would be our inability to speak Jack Daniels.
After a half hour of listing to the inane ramblings and the lack of suitable prospects, we left the bar and headed over to The Hurricane Bar and Grill in Miami Springs. When we arrived, I ran into the former executive secretary of the Board of Realtors, of which I was formerly a director. Although retired, she still plays poker and sings karaoke (which is why we went to The Hurricane). She sang"Honeybun" from the musical, South Pacific, and did a excellent job.
Once again we ran into a young woman who seemed to know as from somewhere and she began speaking with us...and speaking to us...and speaking to us. Finally, I eased my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed Emilio (speed dial). When I saw him reach for his phone, I hung up and excused myself to go to the restroom. Emilio picked up on the plan and went outside so he could "hear better." When we both returned, the "speaker of the house" had moved to new pastures. Once again, we paid our bill and left, just in case.
Our final destination was The Billiards club, where I ran into my sweet Nicole and we chatted for a few minutes. We all had a pretty good time there and, after a while, I headed home arriving at a fairly respectable 1:30 am. I think I'm supposed to meet Nicole later this evening, but I'm really not sure. We'll see.
The Pictures: Today I'm posting some of the funnier pictures in my portfolio. I don't know if you'll remember "the lollipop kid" from The Wizard of Oz, but I found a picture of him today. He's still alive and kicking at age 88.
If you saved a cat when it was small, would you hug it after it grew up? Are you sure?
This Date In History: 1701; The French trader Antoine de la Mothe, Sieur de Cadillac, founds Detroit (originally La Ville d'Etroit, "city of the strait") to control the fur trade in the region. 1847; American religious leader Brigham Young and his followers arrive in the Great Salt Lake Valley, where they found the settlement that becomes Salt Lake City.
1866: In an early step in Reconstruction, the process of rebuilding the United States after the Civil War, Tennessee becomes the first Confederate state admitted to the Union after the war. 1959; Vice President Richard Nixon, while visiting a model kitchen in a U.S. exhibition in Moscow, holds an impromptu debate with Soviet premier Nikita Khruschev about the merits of communism and capitalism.
1974; The U.S. Supreme Court rules that President Richard Nixon must turn over his tapes of White House conversations regarding the Watergate scandal to Special Prosecutor Leon Jawarski. 1983; Tipped off by opposition manager Billy Martin, umpires nullify a home run hot by George Brett against the New York Yankees, ruling that the amount of pine tar on Brett's bat violates baseball rules.
Birthdays: Simon Bolivar, South American revolutionary, military leader and politician, known as the liberator for his leading role in the wars of Spanish American Independence (1783), Alexandre Dumas, novelist and playwright (1802), Amelia Earhart, aviator (1897), Karl Malone, basketball player (1963).
The Hits Just Keep On Coming:
A farmer stopped by the local mechanic shop to have his truck fixed. They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would just walk home.
On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and a gallon of paint. He then stopped by the feed store and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, struggling outside the store he now had a problem - how to carry his entire purchases home.
While he was scratching his head he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost. She asked, "Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane ?" The farmer said, "Well, as a matter of fact, my farm is very close to that house. I would walk you there but I can't carry this load too far."
The old lady suggested, " Why don't you put the can of paint in the bucket. Carry the bucket in one hand; put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?"
"Why thank you very much," he said and proceeded to walk the old girl home. On the way he says "Let's take my short cut and go down this alley. We'll be there in no time."
The little old lady looked him over cautiously then said, "I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me up against the wall, pull up my skirt, and have your way with me?"
The farmer said, "Holy smokes lady! I'm carrying a bucket, an, a gallon of paint, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?"
The old lady replied, "Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the paint on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens."
That's it for today my little turtle doves. More tomorrow.
Stay Tuned !