We had a great time and John T (little t) was sooo cute. Glad to see everyone got home safe. We were so happy to meet everyone. As for the ARSE kicking in pool I think it was a conspiracy.:dubious: We were run over by a bunch of pool sharks. Yeah that’s what it was. Hmph.
Speaking of here is a picture of the king sharks themselves. That would be ** John T ** showing Lsura the logistics of playing pool. They blew us all out of the water. Now I wasn’t doing too bad myself and would have won our round, but I didn’t sink the eight ball to the pocket I called.
In time I will get my photos developed and post the link here as well… perhaps I’ll take 20 shots of the baby tomorrow so I can rush the disposable to Walgreens or something.
Just to let y’all know, being a true and honorable gentlemen, I was helping 'most everybody with their pool shots… except for the true sharks, ashkicker and her beau.
Thank God I won though… my wife says I turn into a whiny, pouty beyatch whenever I lose and God forbid y’all should ever see that part of me.
Which reminds me - I’ve got about 20 sets of Trivial Pursuit cards to start memorizing.
I think we saw a preview of it when Ashkicker accidentally sunk the 8 Ball. She would have beat you otherwise and you knew it too. The look of relief on your face was priceless.
No, really - then it all cleared up and the sun came out here and I felt bad for waking you up at 9:30 (never mind that I’d been awake since 7:00)
Thanks for the post - it’s the Mamahen in me, and it drives me nuts when my mother does the same sort of thing to me.
And maybe the librarians got beat at darts, but that’s one of those hand-eye coordination games.
I think it would be perhaps more proper to say that JohnT and Lsuradidn’t lose. After all Ashkicker and I surely helped the cause by putting the shiny black ball in the wrong places at the wrong times.
BTW Ash could you pick a photo that shows a little less of me ? We don’t want to scare anyone after all.
Oh, after we left Barley’s I went to hang out and play videogames at a friend’s house. This friend was one of the people I used to play Cricket with. He said that when you do the numerical scoring, in order to win the game, you have to both close out everything AND have the highest score. He said the way we played last night was “Gentlemen’s Rules.” And then added, “Or pussy rules.” Now, I’m not one to cast aspersions… (Just kidding. That scoring thing sounds sort of…weird to me. You mean, you make all the shots first but don’t win? That’d be like playing pool and just because you hit the eight ball into the wrong pocket at the end, you lose. Oh yeah.)
Given that I’ve never played before and that we called the game due to the fact that neither team couldn’t make any shots towards the end (first one to hit the bullseye wins), my dart daddy is still an absentee father.
I just woke up after falling asleep on the couch. I think I fell asleep at about 4:00am (she allowed me free access to her computer and being the ubergeek I am, I spent the night on the Dope) and so when she woke me up at 9:00am or so, I had like five hours sleep.
‘twas fun drivin’ home, I tell you. 80 MPH all the way.
Oh, yeah… by the way : I keep gettin’ flak for that picture up there. Everyone who’s seen it keeps tellin’ me I’m standin’ way too close to Ashkicker. Hmph… what kind of people do they take me (us?) for?! They don’t give up even when I tell them it was her husband takin’ the pic. Yeesh.
