Water

Have you ever walked in a bar and taken a drink suddenly to be reminded of a pool?

Not because the cool crisp taste of the Corona mixed with lime makes you think of the summer, where you spent the hot days in your bathing suit lounging in the pool. Floating around, listening to music, the smell of suntan lotion – the combination as a whole practically narcotic.

Nor is it because of that Strawberry Daiquiri you just took a sip of – which maybe takes you back to your college days…on Spring Break…hanging out on the beach on some island or in Mexico. Making you think back so fondly of your youth, where your only real next “logical” thought was…who buys the next round.

I cannot even say its from drinking a glass of wine which reminds you of a Memorial Day or Labor Day weekend. The beginning or ending of the summer which so traditionally includes a barbecue, and if you’re lucky some lobster or other seafood is involved. Whether it is getting ready for the fun of the season, or the winding down a few intense months of the serious fun that was had by all, the glass of wine seems to compliment that feeling to a tee, but alas – it is neither the Corona, nor the daiquiri, nor the glass of wine.

The drink I am thinking of that once you drink you almost immediately jarred into thinking that you just dove in the swimming pool and ended up swallowing a mouthful of wonderful, tasty, refreshing chlorinated water is none other than the WATER at 1762 itself. So, if you forgot was it was like to be thrown into the pool by an older sibling or family member and getting water logged in the process, come on down and simply ask for a glass full of this refreshing beverage. WATER!!! What is better than that? How about this…IT'S FREE!!! So, please ask your bartender for some at your next visit.

(authored by Peppermint Patti)

Happy New Year

We look forward to a year of fun and good times with the 1762ers.

Hope your holiday season was all that you had hoped it would be.

Your Happy New Year

In Pasadena, California, the New Year starts with the Lady Queen of Roses and her Rose Princesses presiding over the Rose Bowl Parade and Rose Bowl Game®. This tradition is televised worldwide every year.

Southern tradition on New Years regards eating black eyed peas. This tradition dates back to General Sherman’s infamous “March to the Sea” during the American Civil War. Sherman’s forces killed livestock and burned crops that would sustain Confederate soldiers, though they believed the peas, thought of as “feed stock” for horses and other animals could be left untouched.


Those who survived the death and destruction of Union forces sustained themselves on the peas, “luckily” escaping hunger and death. From then on, they ate the peas for good luck in the coming years.




Drinking traditions for New Years Eve and New Years Day include but are not limited to: Having a round of beers, Having a round of shots, Mixing shots and drinks, Mixing shots and drinks with New Years Resolutions. Toasting with Champagne or Sparkling Wine on New Years Day.


Also toasting with wine (for fertility) on New Years Day. Also a New Years tradition is drinking all New Years Eve and into unconsciousness on New Years Day.

Sexual New Years Eve and New Years Day Traditions include but are not limited to: Sex Positions for role reversal, Sex with a married woman (not her husband), sex with non-married women (taboo), sex between older women and younger men.



(Reference Russian Customs, Taboos of the Church of England and the Kama Sutra). There are no traditions (or taboos) for sex between women. (Practice is common or considered impossible in some cultures)

The “kiss at midnight,” has no known start point, but was most likely started by one person and passed onto another. Similarly, many traditions that you may celebrate at New Year’s are passed on from person to person.

But even though it is only a viral creation method, like “Auld Lang Syne” you’ll never know when your created tradition might make it into the anals or annals of history.


So, however you choose to observe tradition, eat, drink or create tradition from the heart of happiness and the hope of horniness….Happy New Year.


RJ

Ballerina in a Bottle

Ok, here she is! Kind of haunting, like music from a Stephen King movie.



It is official. You Tube has everything!

Off the Market

Sorry fellas, the available pool of straight women at the Tavern has been diminished by two.

Congrats to Joe and Gin and to Miss Lily and PJ on their recent engagements! Glad to see you're soon to be joining the ranks of the married people. Why should you get to stay happy?



Some things to ponder as you head toward the aisle:

Marriage is not a word. It is a sentence--a life sentence.

Marriage is very much like a violin; after the sweet music is over, the strings are attached.

Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore, marriage is an institution for the blind.

Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his Bachelor's Degree and the woman gets her Masters.

Marriage is a thing which puts a ring on a woman's finger and two under the man's eyes.

Marriage certificate is just another word for a work permit.

Marriage is not just a having a wife, but also worries inherited forever.

Marriage requires a man to prepare 4 types of "rings":
* The Engagement Ring
* The Wedding Ring
* The Suffe-Ring
* The Endu-Ring

Sorry, kinda corny, but best I could find in a pinch.

French Onion Soup as an Aphrodisiac

In this post there will be no names, no dates and no times.

During a visit to 1762 I was treated to an earful by a lady patron on the nuances of a hot crock of French Onion soup.

While the following transcript of this dialog may not be 100% accurate (I'm afraid most posts are skewed by a memory short circuited by intoxicants), I am certain of the overall picture to be painted.

SHE (to someone else): He's got a big dick, so its all good.
ME (overhearing): Who?
SHE: This guy. He's taking me out to dinner. And then I'm gonna fuck him.
ME: Nice. Where are you going to dinner?
SHE: (names local steakhouse) and they have the best French Onion Soup. Mmm. All he has to do is buy me that soup and I'll fuck him. Oh yeah, that's right. I'm gonna fuck him.
ME: Wow. Must be some really good soup.
SHE: Oh, you have no idea. (obvious excitement in her countenance at this point)
ME: I like that soup, but you are really getting all worked up over it. What is it about French Onion soup that gets you going? Is it the melted Swiss?
SHE: (almost frantic) THAT'S NOT SWISS! THAT'S NOT SWISS! It's GROO-YEAR! GROO-YEAR!
ME: Sorry. You are very into this soup.
SHE: (again) Oh, you have no idea. You have no idea. (Her hands are a little shaky and I would swear that her body quivered a bit)

With this she gets up and starts out the front door. I wasn't finished with this conversation.

ME (yelling after her): What is it? What is in the French Onion soup that makes you horny. Is it the piece of bread all juicy at the bottom.

SHE (peeking her head in the door for just a second): It's not bread you idiot. It's a baguette.




So, the true essence of the aphrodisiac that is French Onion Soup remains shrouded in mystery. But you can bet that on my next date I know what soup I'll order for her ;P

Reflections

I want to thank all of you who follow this blog. When S.D. asked me to contribute I thought I would tell drinking tales and of the good fun we often have in the Ancient Dive. I was encouraged to do a little more than just tell stories and I did. I wanted this to be relevant and real as it was fictional and connived. (Sometimes much fact got confused for fiction – sometimes clarity can be found in the bottom of a bottle)

I have been accused of being mean to being too sensitive in the treatment of all kinds of subjects this year. I would take the criticism with a grain or two of salt if my blood pressure wasn’t so bad. So I do take what little input I have received with a little honey and a shot, it helps physical pain as much as emotional upheavals. We as a ‘crowd’ have shared so much together. Some of you may ask “like what?” Let me take this time to remind you.

In August last when we started we addressed: Dogfights (Vick), bar fights, disrespect; in September we had Kareoke and that Woodstock/Gospel kind of feeling, distractions from living, men in kilts and men in trouble. Reminiscing of a man who lived at least three different lives (i.e., me) and revolving bartenders, patriotism, honors and the respect due Veterans, fools easily seduced by beautiful women who dance for passion alone (i.e., me, well maybe not just me).

S.D. dealt with the lies and hypocrisy of high priced athletes without conscience and low life leaders without honor. We addressed lifestyle issues and personal preferences be they religious, sexual or bound by tradition. In October, we dealt with short stories based on tough issues like Solara with assault, humiliation and degradation, ‘lesbian nights’, and long short stories about separation and debauchery, what you don’t hear about military deployment. Scaryoke Night was a wonderful escape into alter ego’s, the pregnant nun blew my mind.



November and December drove home for all of us that which we have all shared the most. Not shots from a ‘Yaegermeister’ bottle, but a bitter cup. We all lost people, we lost people who worked at and drank at the Ancient Dive. We all lost loved ones. Brothers, Sisters, Fathers, Friends, we all shared each others loss on some level. Somehow it hurt worse as Thanksgiving and Christmas came upon us. ‘Biker Bob’ was the last to loose someone, he lost a brother.



In all this bitterness we shared it was a blessing to celebrate two birthdays and a life as December comes to a close and another year starts another cadence of days we seek to survive. Gin and Miss Lilly did have quite a birthday.


I did have a good time until I slipped after bumping into someone with the pool cue (don’t ever get hurt), waves of pain rippled through my body, mind and soul. It was a nice party. I’m so glad for a new life and Miss Lilly’s happiness.

I pray the new year brings, peace, prosperity, love and happiness to all of you. Be safe so we can see each other again. (O.K. Be safe until we see each other again! Some of you may not want to see me)

Take Care,
RJ