July 15, 2004

Wednesday Cuh-niggit!

Beaten like a drum. Clock cleaned. Spanked like a ten year old in the back of my van like a poorly-raised infant. Uglier than a shirt from (insert retailer here). Drunker than Cooter Brown. Bleedin' like a Liberal. Uglier than your Momma. Sweatin' like a whore in church. M4 L337 5k1llZ R00l!

Chose your descriptive, and that will encompass at least a moment in the action that I was a part of over at Eric's this evening.

If nothing else, this chap can tell an interesting story (especially when he's trying to distract a player from which color ball he's supposed to shoot at "Jackass!".)

Through it all, I still left him a bottle of "Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey" that he is free to share among whoever he wishes (and a bottle of Spanish Red Wine (Anothrr cheap purchase, but I hope he enjoy's it anyway's).)

He keeps asking why I come back out there, and the answer is: "Because it's Damned entertaining! Good Game. Good People. What more could you ask for?"

His reply was roughly "..."

Who give's a Damn? It's fun!

As far as I'm concerened ,Sally should be there, just so the "Sraight Wite Wife" as someone to talk to, and we can "Tonk" Alex all over the pool table.

Should be fun!

(BTW: If Eric trys to tell you the "Crack" that runs all the way down from the place where he normally sets his glass of Scotch-down the wall-and across the concrete floor, is from the fact that he drinks so much he "Cracked the whole damn room" (probably a misquote), he's fibbin. It's from one of my "sledghammer" break shots that hit the window-sill that he normally stands at. (missed the table for some reason. "I missed. I never miss. Must've been smaller than I thought."

So there!

Posted by Johnny - Oh at July 15, 2004 12:15 AM

..glad you made it back home alive, John... dayum, man... what a night... I bet we listened to that Neil Young CD 200 times... and, yes.. my Scotch glass DID cause that crack... I think...

Posted by: Eric at July 15, 2004 07:57 AM

It's better than making it home dead, that's for sure. Aaaaah! Not Neil Young again. I had to come home and listen to the Little River Band just to get him out of my system.

Posted by: Johnny - Oh at July 15, 2004 11:44 AM

Hey, I don't know what "tonk" means in relation to doing something to Alex all over the pool table, but I hope it's something different to what *I* had in mind! Glad you had a good night out bro!

Posted by: Sally at July 15, 2004 12:53 PM

Geez, I gotta get down to... what the hell state are you guys in?

And did guys record any songs? I'm still waiting to hear a tune from the Straight White Closet Band :-)

Posted by: Harvey at July 15, 2004 01:33 PM

Sally, What you do on the pool table with your hubby is your business, but I'm sure that eric would need to get it refelted. Might cost you some money. ;^)

Sorry Harv. The topic never even came up. Copious amounts of alcohol are not very conducive to my particular recording style.

I bought a microphone though, so I might be able to do some "solo" work (If I can get my cussed computer to interface with it that is).

Posted by: Johnny - Oh at July 15, 2004 04:27 PM

YAY! Tunes!

Just think - between the music and the artistic talent, you'll be able to make your own videos :-)

Posted by: Harvey at July 16, 2004 11:50 AM

Sheez Harv. Next thing I know you'll want me to try to be Pamibe, and I just don't think I can live up to that. Although, "Original score by Johnny - Oh" does have a nice ring to it. :)

Posted by: Johnny - Oh at July 16, 2004 02:17 PM

Hehehe Sounds like a great time! I like to imbibe once in a great while. snk ... snk.... hooo haaaaaaaaa! Ok, maybe once a month! :)

Posted by: That 1 Guy at July 17, 2004 02:57 AM

Eric sent me here to get a feel for how badly you were gorilla stomped. He put it mildly. Pool and cocktails...I recall a couple long nights like that, and I always had problems swallowing my own spit the next morning.

Sounds like a great time.

Posted by: Jim at July 17, 2004 05:46 AM

Yeah fella's. It was a fabulous time.

Jim. It makes me wonder if your "Deck parties" get as wild and crazy as Eric's garage. If so, you've either invited all your neighbors (so they can't complain about the noise), or you're a "Made Guy" (Say somethin' and you'll wake up "Down the Shore" wit' cement shoes.)

I generally have no trouble swallowing my saliva the next day, once I get it around all the hair on my tongue, it goes down just fine.

Posted by: Johnny - Oh at July 17, 2004 09:29 AM
Post a comment

Remember personal info?