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A little something
After a long day of work
Liquid burnished gold
 
:Sets up drinks, begins mixing:

Strawberry Pie

1 shot Irish cream
5 strawberry

:sips n nibbles:

cheers
 
Having finished the 30 in 30 Marathon, I will indulge in a large glass of Gallo rosé wine plus a plate of Smoked salmon, Caviar, Black Pepper Boursin and Blinis please,
 
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In my younger days in Chicago, a wonderful afternoon would consist of a sandwich in the Men's Bar at the Berghoff Restaurant on West Adams, just off State Street. Along with the sandwich, I'd sip a shot of Berghoff 100 proof bourbon and enjoy a stein of Berghoff dark draft beer. When the sandwich was finished, I'd have another shot and another stein, then as I paid my bill on the way out, I'd purchase a fine cigar with a green wrapper and float around the Loop until the cigar was finished. Then it would be time to either do some shopping or simply drive home in my 1969 Buick Wildcat.
 
EdEc said:
In my younger days in Chicago, a wonderful afternoon would consist of a sandwich in the Men's Bar at the Berghoff Restaurant on West Adams, just off State Street. Along with the sandwich, I'd sip a shot of Berghoff 100 proof bourbon and enjoy a stein of Berghoff dark draft beer. When the sandwich was finished, I'd have another shot and another stein, then as I paid my bill on the way out, I'd purchase a fine cigar with a green wrapper and float around the Loop until the cigar was finished. Then it would be time to either do some shopping or simply drive home in my 1969 Buick Wildcat.
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Hello and welcome ..... I might add that a basin generally means something different where I come from and I now have a mental image of you living in a cooking bowl ...Sorry :D :eek:
 
So I adopted this name because when I first moved to New York City, the first place I felt at home was a bar named American Trash. They had a pinball machine back then and cheap beer. Then I met an international crowd of sensational outliers who introduced me to after-hours gambling, upscale skin treatments and a few good books. So here's to Bobby (definitely not in the mafia) who warned me, "That's a guy you should stay away from" about a guy who was dead two weeks later. Here's to Sharon whose crepes fed multitudes and whose Clarins remedies got us to work looking sound. Here's to the skydivers, the butcher, the Irish charmer, the guy who taught me how to win cab fare home at any roulette table, to Sheila who rose up and bought herself back, to the stripper funding a PhD in women's studies by lapdancing, to the L.A. pastry chef with the pretentious name, and to the spirit of generosity which marks that time and that place worthy of memorial. We were American Trash.
 
EdEc said:
In my younger days in Chicago, a wonderful afternoon would consist of a sandwich in the Men's Bar at the Berghoff Restaurant on West Adams, just off State Street. Along with the sandwich, I'd sip a shot of Berghoff 100 proof bourbon and enjoy a stein of Berghoff dark draft beer. When the sandwich was finished, I'd have another shot and another stein, then as I paid my bill on the way out, I'd purchase a fine cigar with a green wrapper and float around the Loop until the cigar was finished. Then it would be time to either do some shopping or simply drive home in my 1969 Buick Wildcat.
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Gorgeous memory. Thank you.
 
:) should i change my dew-wet dungarees and sweatshirt before ordering a coffee with a shot of rum in it? *brushes off wet grass* oops, sorry!

*kicks off wet trainers, wipes strawberried fingers on said dungarees, sits butt down in leather sofa by the open (unlit) fire and pulls up the chessboard*
who's game?
 
No chess thanks, a long distant boyfriend tried to teach me once and it wasn't a great success.
I'm just here to nurse a glass of something colourless but potent, and contemplate that this long distance stuff is like having a mental illness. You're either on a manic high or in the depths of despair, or perhaps that's just me and how things are at home right now. Whatever .... very profound.
Do you have an English dartboard?
 
UYS, English dartboards are revealed in the back room on the far wall. Two little cabinets open to historied targets. If you did not bring your own, darts are available at the bar. Chalkboard is provided but bring your own chalk.
 
butters said:
:) should i change my dew-wet dungarees and sweatshirt before ordering a coffee with a shot of rum in it? *brushes off wet grass* oops, sorry!

*kicks off wet trainers, wipes strawberried fingers on said dungarees, sits butt down in leather sofa by the open (unlit) fire and pulls up the chessboard*
who's game?
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Definitely best you take those wet clothes off. Allow the establishment to provide you with a fluffy cotton robe and a warm fire.
 
Today's special: 40 cent bananas (good for the bones, I hear) and a free senryu for any celebrant. Wrote a Senryu for Bob Walkenhorst earlier because it's his birthday. Any other birthdays? Anniversaries? Recipients of good news? For you, bananas are free.
 
Tell me an awful joke

Everybody has one.

What do strip club customers and pensioners have in common? Lots of $1 bills and, occasionally, drool.
 
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