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Pity Party @ Fast Eddie's, 4call, misc., graphic & poetry
Headed out to Centreville around 1900 to hang out with a subset of the SCRC (motorcycle club) at Fast Eddie's--officially changed from Shark Club, more on that later--but not for the usual gathering night. Regular meeting schedule is 2nd and 4th Wednesdays of the month, but this time was "Pity Party for Big K." Karl, the membership officer of the club, recently bought his 16-year-old son a Mustang Cobra, decked out with an extra $2K of custom goodies. His son, generally responsible and honest, swore up one side and down the other that he wasn't going to race when he went out that night (a few nights ago.) Unfortunately, he bowed to peer pressure and went into a short race against a Lightning, near the PW Parkway, and between a sharp curve and a careless brake flagger, he ended up t-boning and then sideswiping the Lightning in the turn, totaling both cars. Son's license is now in dad's possession, many dollars from son's job are going back to dad, and dad is not reporting the racing to the cops under the caveat that the "friends" provide transportation for son to and from work.
Thus, Karl, Rich, another guy and I met at Fast Eddie's for snack/drink/pool. Same staff, same building and decor, new menus, new policies--only one free refill on sodas, and that only with a meal! wtf kind of restaurant pinches pennies like that? Also, the bouncer/karaoke guy was complaining that they wanted him to do the same job for half the pay, and they cut his nightly tab allowance from "$40 bar" to "$25 draft beers"--the tab he used to invite people in for a free drink with. Great way to lose business, those last two points. We had a good time anyway, but definitely had less soda than we would have previously.
When I walked in the door around 2130, Christine had just called to talk to me, so I took over the call; she was walking to the Metro after a movie night at Faye's. She then hung up to take the Metro, and called me back as she left her local station. After being inside for a while, she hung up to get ready for bed, then called me again (from the house phone.) Finally, she requested that I call her back on her cell, and we chatted until a bit after 2300. Four calls! Crazy! ;)
Tomorrow night, plans were for Kate and I to shanghai Christine into going to Alchemy, but Kate now doesn't feel like dancing and may not feel like going out at all, so Alchemy's no longer in the plans.
Still no confirmation on the fax I sent yesterday, so I'll call tomorrow to find out what's up. I know they're busy, but c'mon.
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sebatical here, and be sure to check out some of the author's other creations half-way down the original thread!
And I leave you with a powerful piece of poetry frompreciouslaura:
Invictus
by William Ernest Henley
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Thus, Karl, Rich, another guy and I met at Fast Eddie's for snack/drink/pool. Same staff, same building and decor, new menus, new policies--only one free refill on sodas, and that only with a meal! wtf kind of restaurant pinches pennies like that? Also, the bouncer/karaoke guy was complaining that they wanted him to do the same job for half the pay, and they cut his nightly tab allowance from "$40 bar" to "$25 draft beers"--the tab he used to invite people in for a free drink with. Great way to lose business, those last two points. We had a good time anyway, but definitely had less soda than we would have previously.
When I walked in the door around 2130, Christine had just called to talk to me, so I took over the call; she was walking to the Metro after a movie night at Faye's. She then hung up to take the Metro, and called me back as she left her local station. After being inside for a while, she hung up to get ready for bed, then called me again (from the house phone.) Finally, she requested that I call her back on her cell, and we chatted until a bit after 2300. Four calls! Crazy! ;)
Tomorrow night, plans were for Kate and I to shanghai Christine into going to Alchemy, but Kate now doesn't feel like dancing and may not feel like going out at all, so Alchemy's no longer in the plans.
Still no confirmation on the fax I sent yesterday, so I'll call tomorrow to find out what's up. I know they're busy, but c'mon.
Nifty tiled animated graphic from b3ta courtesy
sebatical here, and be sure to check out some of the author's other creations half-way down the original thread!And I leave you with a powerful piece of poetry from
preciouslaura:by William Ernest Henley
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.