Frickin' Laser Beams and Pool Too

My Friday did not get off to the best start, as I was issued several traffic citations on my way to work. I was caught by newfangled laser beams going 54 MPH in a 45 MPH zone. My speed had increased because I was passing someone, but the officer wanted none of that. He also wanted none of me spitting in his face and hauling ass outta there, so luckily I just sat there and took my medicine.

After work, I'd been invited to the Grove Park Inn for food, pool and beverages.  Amongst the guests were fellow bloggers lesliedotcom, denirogator, jsb and nueva (our hostess for the evening). Pool was to be the highlight of the evening, with a huge 16 person tournament taking place. After waiting all night to play, roughly three minutes into my first round match with denirogator, I sank the 8-ball inadvertently and was eliminated. Turns out, delicious crab cakes were the highlight of the evening.

After my crushing defeat, lesliedotcom started to say she could read my mind, and was chastising me for my unspoken thoughts. I was rather frightened by her newfound psychic powers seemingly brought on by alcohol consumption, but short of wearing an aluminum foil hat there really wasn't much I could do. I think she believes I have some sort of filthy mind. Do I let her continue to think that, dearest diary, or do I confess to her that... oh hell, this isn't my diary. I probably shouldn't be typing this part out either. And I should probably be hitting the backspace button. Oh well.

Later, someone broke out the Twister board, and the competition was heated. In the end, it took a daring right foot green-left hand red combo on my part to ensure victory. I was hoisted up onto the shoulders of all involved and paraded around as the new Twister King of 2006.

As we crept towards the witching hour, singing and dancing started to erupt, which was my cue to get the ever loving hell out of there. It was only a matter of time before everyone started pairing off and full scale debauchery and sin broke loose. Knowing what happens to the odd man out in situations such as this, I headed for the door and never looked back.

I look back now though, mentally, on the night that just was. All in all, a fun night of watching people drink, convincing people I don't drink, explaining why I don't drink, telling the story of the one time I did drink, and crab cakes. Sweet, sweet crabcakes.