It's not about the house.

Friday, August 13, 2010

But Does He Have Beer Pong...?

I don't have a lot of time this morning -- motoring down to New Haven to placate the Rock Star -- but I wanted to report that I did not, in fact, drink alone last night, okay?

No, I don't actually have a friend or anything. And I didn't belly up to some random barfly. I just finally caved and went to the Oxford Tavern, is all.

I'd been avoiding it all week, because the last time I went it was the sort of dancy club that has an under-21 night, and I haven't been that sort of dancy girl in 20 years. But everyone kept telling me it has two tables, and when I was a dancy girl, the sorts of clubs I went to didn't have them. But then again, I was usually the only real girl in the sorts of clubs I went to, if you know what I'm saying. So it's possible that I'm no sort of judge.

Anyway, after I drove all the way across town to the North End Pub, only to find out that it's now the Roadside Bar & Grille -- and after the hostess there directed me back to the Tavern, I surrendered. I went back to the center of town, parked across the street from it, and watched. The first person I saw go in was middle-aged and dorky, so I went.

It turned out he was the janitor, but still.

The table I played on was new, and it took both bills and quarters. After a sucky game or two I hit a streak, played it out for a few hours, and knew enough to lay my cue down when it died. The bartender turned out to be the 21-year-old nephew of the boy who played Santa to my Mrs. Claus in the Nursery School Christmas Pageant.

They have beer pong there, too. Tonight. I saw it written on the dry-erase board. But it's okay. Dad's coming home this afternoon, and he has a pool table in the---

Hey now.

Dad.

Has a pool table.

In the basement.

Oh, I am a fucking idtio.




Yes, that was a typo, but it made me snort my yogurt, so I left it there. You're welcome.

5 comments:

Jenni said...

I bet there could be beer pong in the basement...... but why?

oldgreymare said...

idtio- idiot on steroids-

Janice said...

the basement where you left the cat and the dog? whose been winning?

EGE said...

Jenni -- Exactly. The mice haven't grown that big yet. Or that dumb.

OGM -- I don't get it, but okay!

Nana -- I wondered if anyone would catch that! Yes, I actually walked right by the table on my way out to look for one. They've been upstairs since I got home that night, but if I were a betting girl I'd put my money on the cat. He's an idtio, but when he sets his mind to something, he rocks hard. Rahter* like me. The dog, on the other hand, smells chicken...

*also a typo. Also left on purpose. You're also welcome.

12ontheinside said...

I don't actually know what beer pong is. I need to go and google this.