I’m unexpectedly in town for the weekend – trip to Little Rock has been cancelled. So now I have to figure out what to do with myself… since the Saucer closes at 5 today, I’ll probably make the Silly Goose my base of operations, with possible stops at either Bardog or Calhoun’s early in the evening.
Since I have some free time, let’s see what I have on the camera’s memory card from the past week.
Here’s a pic of the Nuh-Uh Girl enjoying one of several plates from the free buffet at Kooky Canuck’s Christmas party Thursday night.
My third plate, which was unveiled Saturday.
Despite her section being in the other room, Brick still found time to come over to our party Saturday and sit on her ass and tell us how bored she was and play with her phone. I mistakenly called her “Meghan” for some reason. She didn’t like that at all.
Brick wanted to play darts with us. Some of the gang were hesitant to let her. “If the manager sees her, she’ll get in trouble,” they said.
“Yeah, but if we let her play, there’s a chance we’ll get a view up her skirt when she throws,” I pointed out.
Someone ordered a pretzel at the party and it was sitting on our table. “If the Nuh-Uh Girl sees that, she’s going to swoop in on it like a pigeon,” said Bicycle Bobby. Sure enough, not even a minute later, there she was.
The band at the DNA/SMA holiday party Sunday night. Richard from FreeWorld must be wondering if I’m stalking him. That was the third time I’d seen him in less than 48 hours.
The downstairs party room at Metro 67 was really nice. It’s in a converted bank vault, and it has pool, ping-pong and foosball.
Here’s a pic of the Nuh-Uh Girl eating at the DNA/SMA party.
The buffet at the DNA/SMA party, with food from Downtown restaurants, caterers, and food vendors.
The Nuh-Uh Girl and her sister swoop in on the dessert tray.
Okay, I have to pause here to tell a quick story before I continue with photos. Sunday night I was at the DNA/SMA party, holding a piece of pumpkin bread. The Nuh-Uh Girl saw me, and whipped out her camera and said, “Now I’m going to get a pic of you eating!”
“No one cares if I eat,” I told her. “The thing is, I don’t eat all the time. When I go to these parties, I have one plate. Maybe two if I’m really starving. Not six or seven. And I don’t go around picking food off other people’s plates all night.”
So we had a standoff for about three minutes, with her waiting for me to eat the pumpkin bread, and me refusing to eat it so she could get a picture. Finally she broke down and said, “…can I have a bite?” and she broke off half my piece of pumpkin bread and ate it.
Okay, back to pics.
This is the best I’ve ever seen Old Lazy Ass look. After the DNA/SMA party I stopped by the Saucer Sunday night, and Bicycle Bobby had ridden his scooter up there. Brittney put on his helmet. Not only does it hide part of Brittney’s face, but it muffles her voice when she talks. Perfect. She should wear a helmet all the time when she bartends.
Someone who’d never been to the Saucer before asked Britt what her favorite beer was. She said Lazy Magnolia Southern Pecan. It takes lazy to know lazy, I guess.
On to last night… after being stuck at 199 beers for 10 months, Stephanie finally finished her 200th beer and had her plate party.
The unveiling of Stephanie’s plate.
I do have a bone to pick with Stephanie, however. When I had my plate party Saturday, Stephanie was happy to show up and help herself to free beer. But did she reciprocate last night? No. Her plate party was “ladies only.”
The thing that really gets me is, AMANDA F’ING ECKERSLEY got free beer and I didn’t. Something is really, really wrong with the world when that happens. I wonder how many times Amanda used the word “Ptolemy” in conversation in the two hours she was there… I’d guess between 70 and 80.
That’s all the pics, but more stuff to come… it’s about to start raining again, but I think if I stick my netbook in my leather jacket, it’ll be OK to make the trip to the Saucer for some Fire Sale Blue Moon.