Open Thread
Forty-odd Brownstoners (or should it be forty odd Brownstoners?) came out to Loki last night for a night of drinks and a decidedly dry t-shirt contest. We had the honor of being a judge. Here are the winners. 1st Place: Cobble Hiller 2nd Place: Snappy 3rd Place: Arkady
Forty-odd Brownstoners (or should it be forty odd Brownstoners?) came out to Loki last night for a night of drinks and a decidedly dry t-shirt contest. We had the honor of being a judge. Here are the winners.
1st Place: Cobble Hiller
2nd Place: Snappy
3rd Place: Arkady
All these comments are definitely summing up why I’ve never liked Loki. It’s got all this unwritten clubhouse ‘tude with the male barkeeps. In retrospect I may have subjected to some vibes – continuous staring from two guys – but I was too obtuse to realize it.
When Mr. B went to speak with Bob, he told Bob, “Wow, your t-shirt! Talk about credibility!”
Drive to Brooklyn? I guess me and my traction apparatus could be hauled in the back of a flat bed to Brooklyn….
OK that’s cool but that could mean a couple of different places…. anyways sorry to hear you’re stuck there. I don’t know if you saw all of my recent tirades from a week-long stay in Kansas City. If not just search the OT for keywords “fried”, “velveeta”, “Jesus”, “fat, and I mean like Goodyear blimp fat” and “what do you mean walk? I have a car.”
“A delightful woman, jackal, as was Mrs. C. What they see in their husbands, I’ll never know.”
SNORT! >>>>>>running to hide>>>>>>>>
“my wife, a Missourian, would kill me if she saw this post”
A delightful woman, jackal, as was Mrs. C. What they see in their husbands, I’ll never know.
And, not to worry, I told Mrs. jackal I’ll start sending her read-worthy posts, jackal.
😉
yeah, guy bartender was & probably still is a Douche. hope he’s the owner cause he acted like he owns the place hence like to run it way he likes it.
Think Walt Disney lechacal, and please don’t post the name of the town. I’m pretty sure I’m the only minority and I’m afraid of what these fine folk will do if they catch me dissing their town.
Perdida, insteads of staying in Missurah, couldn’t you drive acrosst the country to Brooklyn?
I forgot to say how nice it was to meet Bob Marvin!
Perdida, so sorry to hear about that accident. I hope you heal well and quickly too.