Sinner's Alley Happy Hour (Part 1)

<p>Sit down anywhere, rorosen. The bar comes to you. We have barstools (but watch out for sybbie dancing on the bar in the chip baskets), booths (private and cozy, but you could run into a SA denizen slumped over in his/her beer), a spa area out back (questionable what goes on back there), sawdust on the floor.... I've had one margarita so I may have forgotten some of the other accommodations. </p>

<p>If this is your first visit, allow me to buy your first drink. :)</p>

<p>Basically, we create (virtual reality makes it easy) whatever layout you need to suit the situation. Lonely? We start a conga line or bunny-hop. Overwrought? There are massage chairs back in the spa area. Got a bone to pick with FedEx, EvilNeighbors, the kid, the spouse, the admissions committee? We've got marmots. We sic 'em. They can do <em>anything.</em> :p</p>

<p>rorosen,</p>

<p>welcome to SA.</p>

<p>jmmom,</p>

<p>There goes by rep for being a wise sage voice of reason.</p>

<p>Yes, rorosen, in my other life her on SA I dance on bars with chip baskets on my feet looking every so lovely in my hat that had a former life as a chicken bucket. It keeps me balanced and sane :D</p>

<p>Listening to the saga of slugg alone is worth the price of admission.</p>

<p>Oh, and if the finaid package didn't come through as planned, we take away sybbie's chicken-bucket hat and pass it. :cool: It's full to overflowing right now, as neither curmudgeon, calmom or m&sdad needed it. We're ready for the class of 2011. Naming rights for our Scholarship still up for grabs.</p>

<p>and there's womenfolk with wit and humor? what more could a lost sailor ask?</p>

<p>whadda mean? </p>

<p>We're still going to keep passing the hat?</p>

<p>The marmots are working so well. And what about that thing that slugg and m&sdad and the acme company had going with the mail boxes. They started coughing up money!!</p>

<p>I don't get to keep the money? I was going to give you a cut and everything :(</p>

<p>A cut?! But I haven't cut my hair in 20 years, do I have to start now? Oh wait, that's not what you meant. Heh. (blush)</p>

<p>We also occasionally crow here about the good things in life, and toss virtual confetti (trying not to land any in the beers) when things are going good. I dimly recall the lemon drop fountain we set up in the corner over there last week when TJFH* got his driver's license... I still have a headache from that party.</p>

<p>Welcome, rorosen!</p>

<ul>
<li>- TJFH=The Junior From H.... is my dearly beloved junior who has the honor of having given my hair a sparkling silver tint slightly before its time...</li>
</ul>

<p>And when the patrons start talking in Klingon, you know it's time to get out of here - fast!</p>

<p>and don't get them started talking about duct tape, and and breast fed dogs.</p>

<p>welcome rorosen! I've got round 2. :)</p>

<p>If you haven't yet scrolled through this thread, there's some really good stuff-- I recommend it as light bedtime reading. You can catch up on the in-jokes (one of which recently turned up on the 'dress your age?' thread BTW) and the general tone, plus see all the CCers who live secret lives as barflies. Some you would never guess! We even had carolyn in here doing flaming shots one time :eek:</p>

<p>Wit and humor, nothin'! You haven't seen our BELLY RINGS yet, sailor!</p>

<p>And you won't unless you ask nicely and buy the next round. :cool:</p>

<p>(How's that for getting us some drinks, girls? ;) )</p>

<p>rorosen - you gotta read back. There was also a thread on regional vintage foods at one point...What part of the country are you from? Occasionally we drink regional liquors too. And set up IVs for those truly in need.</p>

<p>And the marmots, those marmots are our dear dear friends when we are in need. We are also waiting for the concert to be thrown by SluggS and TJFH, SBMom tries to convince us that her son is a skateboard slacker but he loves his big sister too much.</p>

<p>Anyway, enough about us:).</p>

<p>SBmom, yes, but Carolyn was dipping her Cheerio necklace in the shot glass before throwing it back. No manners at all!</p>

<p>Congrats doddsdad and mom on son choosing Hanover. We love it when the drinks are on you. Now can we get some chips? I'll even get some new baskets since the old ones fit my feet so well.</p>

<p>rorosen's post about womenfolk with wit and humor is flatteringly accurate, of course ;). But it's gotten me thinking that some observers kind of see Sinner's Alley as a Den of Estrogen. When did it come to pass that most of the booths became filled with sinners of the female persuasion? We are an Equal Opportunity joint, are we not? </p>

<p>m&sdad, curmudgeon, dadofsam, TheDad, doddsdad, tsdad, coureur..... where are you?</p>

<p>well, I never want to attend a party emptyhanded so I hobbled down to the cellar like a good trappist monk, my sputtering candle illuminating the mesopotamian granite steps. As I began inspecting the precious labels, dusting off a Belgian ale, I believe one of you shut the door and locked me in down there. In my own cellar. I should have trusted my instincts.</p>

<p>It was a mistake. I fell against the door in a soju-induced stupor. As soon as someone notices that I am unconscious on the floor they will move me. If only to sweep underneath my prone form.</p>

<p><em>plants face back into the dust marmots</em></p>

<p>Yeahhhhh, what shee shaid...I've had a few, rorosen, and as they say, it's Happy Hour somewherz. I believe, it's ALWAYS Happy Hour in Sinner's Alley! :) </p>

<p>I began my stroll down Booze Breath Lane at 12:01 a.m. this morning. I and my four-legged friends, the exhausted marmots, who dug their little hearts out forging a tunnel all the way to Toledo only to find that FedEx had shipped SluggJr's bike off to God Knows Where.</p>

<p>Evidently, SluggJr is on some sort of cosmic <em>wheel</em> probation, as in not allowed to be near any mode of transportation involving wheels. I think, his Little Tikes garden tractor might still be in the garage, buried under PrincessSlugg's dorm crappola, a technical term meaning, "crap for the dorm." That pile of crappola represents a summer's worth of my life spent obsessing over foam mattresses, mini-fridges, and wastebaskets. Now that she's in her own <em>big girl</em> apartment, most of her dorm crappola landed back here. Well, we sort of took it back...assuming that SluggJr would go to college, someday. Hahahahaha! :D It's kind of cute how we assumed that a year and a half ago. </p>

<p>But, those lovable marmots came through, even though Davis has the latest start date of all the UC's. September freakin' 28th! I feel like Nancy Kerrigan after Tonya Harding clubbed her knee...Why?! Why, can't Davis start any earlier?! Well, we get to move him in a few days before, around the 24th. </p>

<p>It's going to be a long summer of this...</p>

<p>SluggJr: HEY, have you seen my really good necklaces that I left on the kitchen table? (Accusingly...) They were there this morning.</p>

<p>Me: Last time I looked, they were on the table where you left them.</p>

<p>SluggJr: Oh, are they still there?...(surprised that I did not smuggle them out of the house this morning and donate them to the Salvation Army).</p>

<p>Me: I don't know. Why don't you go look? (Oh, and while you're at it...BITE ME!) :D</p>

<p>"Soju is an alcoholic beverage with origins in Korea. The main ingredient is rice, almost always in combination with other ingredients such as wheat, barley, or sweet potatoes. Soju is clear-colored and typically varies in alcohol content from about 40 to about 90 proof (from 20 to 45% alc. by volume, respectively)"</p>

<p>this is where I believe you went wrong:</p>

<p>Koreans usually do not fill their own shot glasses by themselves. In addition, if one's glass is going to be filled by a superior, they should hold the glass using two hands.</p>

<p>which of the three infractions do you believe you committed, leading literally to your downfall?
self-filling, inferior-filling, handholding</p>

<p>I went wrong because I was drinking the afore-mentioned soju in China. Where you just pour it down your throat however you want. Sinner's Alley is very very virtual. In fact, Slugg is the local Trekkie and she figured out how we can beam ourselves in and out of the Alley at will. However, soju temporarily blocks that ability. So I am stuck here until I sober up.</p>

<p>I will attempt not to fill my own shot glass any more. Hope the cellar warms up. If not, I will pipe some soju down there....</p>

<p>Wait, before I lose consciousness again, I must ask. I am still confused about SluggS's bike. Where did it begin its perigrinations?</p>

<p>The only exception to the above rule is if one happens to be a slugg, therefore, requiring the use of a crazy straw. :) </p>

<p>And, in case anyone is wondering, drinking commenced at 12:01 this morning because it's May 1st, SIR day. The day when parents (mostly) have to turn down offers of college admissions and push the acceptance button for only one. I want to thank these colleges profusely for accepting my son into college! </p>

<p>I mean, I want to lie face-down in the peanut shells and crunched up Cheetos as a demonstration of my extreme humility and gratitude for accepting my son, whose GPA could be responsible for bringing his high school down in the rankings of America's Best High Schools. Sending out nothing but slugglove to the adcoms at UC Merced and San Francisco State. :o</p>

<p>Alum, the bike started its journey out of Phoenix over a week ago and made it to Sacramento! Then, off to Toledo. Now, "in transit." :rolleyes:</p>