Peters is such a great bar. Being stuck in Texas was pretty cool in the sense I get to check it off my list. But a delay in travel is never what you want to do. I’ve never missed a flight before and it was interesting to go through that.
It’s good to know V-Money has good pees to entertain her. Thanks for being true bro-skis.
I love the picture of your place in this thread. It’s hilarious.
Goon, this was a fabulous retelling. I’d like to share two pieces of digital ephemera I have from the night.
In a drunken text, wherein I am trying to cajole CV into joining us, I said, “Shady lady nother fucker. Its like a portlal to another dimention.” To which CV replied, “Oh god.”
It really was a portal though.
I also have a photo from the night. Since one cannot attach a photo to a comment, I’ll describe it.
The floor is carpeted, a hunter green pattern. It looks like something that would be in a hotel hallway. The room is lit by blue neon from a Keno sign and the green hanging light above the pool table. The vantage point is from the couch where I’m sitting.
The subject of the photo is a man, at least 90 years old, dressed in flannel and a ball cap. He is mostly obscured by another man holding a pool cue, waiting for his shot. The subject is sitting against the wall in a wooden chair, and looks like he is watching the pool game. The reason I took the photo is that he hadn’t moved in hours. I suspect he died there sitting up and no one has noticed. The unique conditions of the bar have led his body to mummify.
Peters is such a great bar. Being stuck in Texas was pretty cool in the sense I get to check it off my list. But a delay in travel is never what you want to do. I’ve never missed a flight before and it was interesting to go through that.
It’s good to know V-Money has good pees to entertain her. Thanks for being true bro-skis.
I love the picture of your place in this thread. It’s hilarious.
Goon, this was a fabulous retelling. I’d like to share two pieces of digital ephemera I have from the night.
In a drunken text, wherein I am trying to cajole CV into joining us, I said, “Shady lady nother fucker. Its like a portlal to another dimention.” To which CV replied, “Oh god.”
It really was a portal though.
I also have a photo from the night. Since one cannot attach a photo to a comment, I’ll describe it.
The floor is carpeted, a hunter green pattern. It looks like something that would be in a hotel hallway. The room is lit by blue neon from a Keno sign and the green hanging light above the pool table. The vantage point is from the couch where I’m sitting.
The subject of the photo is a man, at least 90 years old, dressed in flannel and a ball cap. He is mostly obscured by another man holding a pool cue, waiting for his shot. The subject is sitting against the wall in a wooden chair, and looks like he is watching the pool game. The reason I took the photo is that he hadn’t moved in hours. I suspect he died there sitting up and no one has noticed. The unique conditions of the bar have led his body to mummify.
Maybe he’s a saint.