Sacco's NY Social Lounge

“Pixie how about a courtesy flush to get rid of all that crap you're spewing?”

“I'm leaving work at 2, btw...”

“Yeah, I'd be mad too if I came into my establishment and found it looking so messy. Where's the bouncer? Let's kick Wounded Knee out to the curb until he learns about the "width" function.
(Sorry WK, but ya made a mess!)”

“I thought you said courtesy flash!”

“Well I gotta go home anyway. I'll take my beers to go please.

Merry Christmas everyone! Hope Santa brings you some good sheet.

XOXO”

“2 of my favorite things


Beer and a women who can't slap me.
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“What a shame, wrecking a perfectly good bar.”

“I never heard of that before, but if pixie's up for it, I won't complain.”

“It would be much more acceptable if it was a giant babe picture, in fact, we probably wouldn't consider the place messy or be having this conversation in the first place.”

“Well, this is true...”

“Yes. Maybe WK could make up for it?

Or might the ladies in the club get offended? Even though they can find some numbnutz to buy them a drink as long as they stick out their boobies...........and they have Ladies night on Thursday.............and the bouncer will let them in with no cover charge.....................
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“Dang, now I'm thirsty and horny!”

“I nedd some shnopps right now.”

“I'm buyin!”

“guess no one wants a free drink”

“Hello? Free Drink?”

“none for me please.”

“Scotch,....please !!”

“How do you make a "none for me"?”

“that would be a glass with nothing in it”

“Last night I served "Pimms in a cup" with lemonade. Apparently it's some kind of British crap. The customer didn't know what straight Pimms taste like nor did the bartendar.

So what does "nothing" taste like?”

“I think Coyote is tethered to the commode today........Bear”

“I have such a stiff neck. hmmm think it is tension?
if it is then make it a double.”

“She can put her drink on the sink counter, no?”

“I thought I come into this place to have a glass of red. It's dark and my eyes haven't adjusted yet. Is anyone else here? Or am I drinking alone this evening?”

“Is it just me, or are there a heck of a lot of active threads in the past 3 days? Are we getting busier?”

“Ruby are you serving the drinks tonight? pour me something strong and tall, for both hands please.”

“Do we have Magic Hat Mother Lagers? I could really go for one right now...”

“Can I buy someone a drink?”

“Just give me a shot of rum to put in my cola with lime and I'll have a cubra libre! (sp?)”

“Okay, here is your rum!”

“Please do, WK. I could use a drinky poo. My weekend just started. Where (besides this virtual bar) can I go for a good time tonight?”

“I'll take a shot of ice cold vodka followed by a cranberry juice chaser, please! :-)”

“Is this place still open?”

“God, I hope so.”

“damn alkies”

“I do not drink!”

“I need to get started early.

2 boilermakers please.

Right Maple! and I am the pope”

“Right Maple! and I am the pope”
wounded knee
2:23:15 PM
Sorry to hear you've been ill, but glad you're feeling better! Have a drink on me!”

“Jeez, I'd love to hang round, but this is a (can you say?) professional development day and the boss just passed by the English teachers' office to make sure we're not playing hooky.

I got him to witness the Alpins Club waiver for the outing to-morrow.

After my TT fix I'll sneak away and drive up to Ste-Adèle and dine in a little hole-in-the-wall of a bakery with a few tables. It's called «Chez Mé-mé» which means 'Granny's Place' and they serve «cuisine provençale» (Southeast of France). I usually eat the 'Navarin', or 'stew of Navarre'.

Navarre was a kingdom of shouthwestern France, west of Provence and is still the home of French rugby. With somewhat different borders it has also been Gascogne and Aquitaine (the last English possession on French territory).

Cyrano de Bergerac (play by Rostand, 1897) was a Gascon and the recent American movie of the same name captures the spirit of the Gascons (ex. 'How can you talk about finding bottles of white wine in the wagon while we're being pursued by the Cardinal's men and will die any moment?

You're right; this calls for red.)

I like to call myself the Gascon of Quebec, even though few people here can understand the dialect.

Navarin is a stew of mutton (some call it lamb here) with turnips; being southern, if not Mediterranean, it has onions, tomatoes and garlic.

I'll sleep at the chalet our club rents for the winter and to-morrow morning I'm off to meet the others for a day of ice climbing near Mont Tremblant.

These are the good years. I earned them and they're paid for.”

“We never close.”

“Thanks Tree! I really needed that.

WTF is Gremlin talking about?”

“WoundedKnee, that is my favorite drink to start off with. Wanna do one with me tonight?”

“Shhhhhhhhhh! It's been a rough week for him and He's had a few too many. Let him ramble on.”

“A boiler maker? Sure thing, haven't had one for awhile.”

“Not being able to hang round because my male menopause is calling and it's a control freak (aren't they all?).


Hey (ducking), I used 'it'.”

“may I raise a glass to someone?

to my very best friend in the world, Bonnie
she died 10 years ago today. she was 29
I miss her

and to Crashbangs Dad. Never new him but from I heard he was one hell of a guy!

I will light a candle for you both on top of the mountain tomorrow and will be thinking of you.


cheers!”

“Gremlin, order whatever you want, I am buying!”

“Dunno, Mapes sorta brought me down - I'm not complaining.

Cheers, Mapes, be brave.

Doug”

“... off to get my French cuisine and adrenaline fix.

Have a good week-end, everyone.

Doug”