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25 January 2007

Cachette re-run

So... just when I thought the cachette couldn't get any weirder, it did. My best friend of 9 years, Manda, was here visiting me, so she, Nikki and I went to the cachette one evening to play some pool. There we met this somewhat intoxicated man in his 50's who asked if he could play against whoever won between Manda and myself. By a sheer fluke, I dropped the 8-ball on my second shot, so the man got to play against Manda. She broke, not dropping anything, so the guy made his first shot. It was an incredible shot, bouncing the cueball off the short side of the table and dropping a ball in one of the side pockets. This dude had definitely played before. However, after dropping another few balls, and figuring out Manda's distinct lack of talent for pool, his skills suddenly evaporated into nothingness. For the rest of the game, he played extremely crappily, while quite unabashedly ogling Manda's bosom between turns. Huh...

Shortly after this, a completely sloshed middle-aged lady wobbled up to us and started talking to us in French. Manda speaks all of five words of French, and mine is so far not much better, so the lady started talking to Nikki. She told us about her family. Turns out she has a couple of kids, a boyfriend and an ex-husband all living together in the same house. Apparently she and the ex-husband are still good friends and they decided to just stay in the same house so he could be close to the kids, while the lady's new boyfriend lives there too. She was quite happy with her life, she just liked going to the cachette to get smashed every once in a while. Huh...
Now, after a while, this lady started doing more than just talking... She started quite bluntly hitting on Nikki. Then she went on to hit on Manda and me as well.

Seriously, this has got to be the weirdest bar I've been to. The lady was quite unmistakingly hitting on all three of us at the same time. Geez...

1 comment:

  1. Yeah, well, I dunno 'bout you, but I rather like being found attractive. I don't care *who* is telling me I have magnificant eyes, I'm happy as pie about it, as long as everyone stays well-behaved.

    Which they did! Seriously, they were very mannerly drunks, and when dude asked if he could ask me a "personal question" I sort of spazzed, considering I couldn't think of a single freakin' appropriate "personal question" he could have wanted to ask (Area you single? Wanna come home with me? How much for a fuck?)

    He *actually* followed up with "Do you think the job George Bush does is OK?" which was an easy "fuck no" for a response. Which made him a helluva guy.

    *I* thought it was a tremendous evening.

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