1:16 AM: One of my drinking buddies does purchasing for a very large shipping company headquartered here in town. So tonight I got to the Saucer about 7 and he was sitting on the rail. “My suppliers are an hour and a half late,” he told me. His suppliers, because he has control over huge contracts, kiss his ass. They take him to Texas de Brazil, buy him the $30 beer at the Saucer, send him cases of steaks, and so on.
An hour later they showed up, apologized for being late, and got a round of beer. Then they closed their tab, because they wanted to take my friend out to eat. “Paul, you come too!” they said. “Do you like ribs? We’re going to the Rendezvous.” DO I LIKE RIBS??? So I tagged along with them and ate ribs and drank beer while they negotiated the purchase of mechanical parts, using the word “fuck” on average twice per sentence. About once every 30 seconds my friend threatened to take their contract away. It was fascinating.
The high point of the evening, though, occurred after I thanked them for the dinner and walked back to the Saucer. I was standing at the bar, and over at the server station, one of the waitresses was feeling another waitress’s boob. It appeared she was measuring her for something. There seemed to be a towel involved. I’ll leave the rest to your imagination, it’s better that way. Saucer was deader than a doornail despite a very good band (White Noise Theory). As I left, the waitress who got groped and her mini-me flipped me off. Nothing like a kind send-off from the staff of the bar where I just spent $23.
On deck: Information on how to order SilverWear. That’s what I’m talking about!