The lighting and sound systems design will be done by theatrical professionals, of course.
Oooh! I think we know some of those.
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The lighting and sound systems design will be done by theatrical professionals, of course.
Oooh! I think we know some of those.
I prefer a horseshoe too, because you get more interesting sightlines when you're sitting at the bar and it's easier to hold conversations.
Brass foot rail, of course.
Some microbrews on tap (to lure Scola and Nora).
An eclectic but well chosen jukebox.
Bar snacks?
Brass foot rail, of course.
Of course. Very sturdy, because of the people standing on it to smooch the bartenders!
Some microbrews on tap (to lure Scola and Nora).
Also of course. I have a better idea of the wines & beers I'd put in than the liquor, actually. (I do know Woodford Reserve would be in the bourbons.)
An eclectic but well chosen jukebox.
Hmmm, where would we find someone to help us? There must be Social D and Patsy Cline and Otis Redding. At the minimum. Also, Lucero, Corb Lund, and Johnny Cash.
Bar snacks?
I'd like to say homemade Chex mix, but who's gonna have time for that?
By no means will we have one of these internet jukeboxes. We hear what we want to, not what some jackass off the street wants to play.
ION, I JUST got an RSVP for a luncheon that is TOMORROW. RSVP date was Monday, and this chick just got around to it. ARGH.
Actually, The Vine has an internet jukebox, and you can get alot of music you might not normally get to hear. That being said, I prefer the old kind.
It's okay. In my head, you're twenty-five and wise beyond your years.
Bless you. I think I was smarter and more mature at 25. Of course I wasn't online, then.
Bless you. I think I was smarter and more mature at 25. Of course I wasn't online, then.
So you didn't exist. Hm.
FWIW, I didn't publish my first book until mere weeks before I turned 40.
I turn 40 in ten weeks. Crap.
Self-publishing, yo. You can call it All I Did Was Flash My Smile at These Strangers From the Internet, and They Did My Every Bidding.
Alternatively, you could just call it Scola!, which I feel is very catchy and much easier to market than the first title, which in retrospect is a lame title but I'm going to leave it there anyway since I fear no mocking.
t secretly fears the mocking
t but not the reaper
Come on Teppy (don't fear the mocker)
secretly fears the mocking
"Are you mods or rockers?"
"We're mockers."
Sidenote on the job interview yesterday: My interviewer, Pat (a woman) had a big, expensively framed photo of the Rolling Stones in her office. I noted this approvingly toward the end of the interview, and she talked of her Stones love.
Except the reason she loved the Stones was because "they just make me smile" and "when you go to their concerts there are kids and grandparents and its just great to see people of many generations coming together to have a good time."
And I thought, "Is she talking about the Stones or the Beach Boys?"
And I thought but didn't say, "So you're a big fan of 'Cocksucker Blues', eh? I love that part when Mick sings, 'When will I get my cock sucked / when will I get my ass fucked'. The kids love that part."