To coin in oft-used phrase, "it started off innocently enough"…. I had just sat down with a brew when Cam walked in to the PL. The Dodgers (LA or Brooklyn, we're still working on it) were gearing up to play New York on the sets over the bar. That also meant no jukebox action. After an hour or so of chatting we ordered up a second round and worked our way over to the pool table to discover the pool light wasn’t just off, it was inop. My tinkering and Mel's glaring didn't seem to be working and the lack of music was definitely a problem. So, after enjoying an egg, we made our way to The Cypress to discover open tables and cold Schlitz. I had finally cornered Cam 3 to 2 and went up for more quarters only to be greeted by the friendly bartender opening two more bottles of the good stuff and coming my direction. Crap. In retrospect we can see why he thought we were thirsty as we later studied the change machine on the nearby wall, but that didn't change the fact we each still had full beers on the table. Hmm. By the end of a rather craptastic game we were Schlitzed out, but with a score to settle, we headed back for the PL even though the juke was playing some good stuff downtown.
Herein lies the rub. It started when a middle aged guy was having trouble loading the juke while we were gearing up for pool. I made the mistake of striking up conversation. This turned into a looong conversation with the three of us as he regaled us with unbelievable stories about 'nam? Libya? and his other shenanigans while on tour. Doing my best to pretend it was a Friday night I stuck it out through the game (both pool and the series) with Cam aka "gramps" besting me with his fancy bridge-skills. Our friend took off, leaving us 5 free picks on the juke which of course, we put to good use.
Today, November 5th, can go down in the books as the first morning of the year leaving a heavy frost on not only the cars but roof-tops everywhere (time to dig out the scraper). Let's hope this winter doesn't get too crazy.
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