Amused

Bob’s new best friend

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Here he is with Yuliana, one of the bartenders extraordinaire on the riverboat!

Bob is someone who likes to try new things, while I prefer things I already know — especially with regards to food and drink. It’s mid-morning here, and we’re sitting in the lounge and bar where I’m catching up this blog.

Bob to Yuliana: I want to try a drink I’ve never had before.

Yuliana: What kind of liquor would you like in it?

Bob: Vodka.

Fast forward a few minutes, and she delivered my third Bloody Mary along with Bob’s “surprise drink.”

Her: Don’t ever ask me to do this again. It makes me very nervous when someone asks me to surprise them or to “be creative” with a drink.

I said, “I’m the same way!

Laughs all around.

Momma, I’m depending on you to tell me the truth.

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A man is sitting in the Planet Fitness locker room — not in the area with the lockers, but in the area with the showers. Why???

He is fully clothed, looking straight ahead, and talking — possibly into a phone, although there isn’t one in sight.

He says into the air: “He was a rolling stone. You know, wherever he laid his hat was his home.”

He was speaking, not singing, and I thought, “Is he speaking the lyrics to that song, or is he talking to someone on the phone and trying to pass that off as an original thought? What’s happening here?”

Then he says: “Yeah, wherever you lay your wig be you home. I know you wear a wig, girl.”

As weirdly riveting as it all was, I’d finished dressing, and I took leave before he gave an update about papa’s outside children and another wife…

Google query: Who is the patron saint of happy hours?

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St. Philip Neri
 While not formally recognized as the “patron saint of happy hours,” St. Philip Neri and St. Raphael the Archangel are often associated with joy and happy gatherings. St. Philip Neri is known as the patron saint of joy and laughter, while St. Raphael is associated with happy meetings and celebrations.
St. Raphael the Archangel

I’m not exactly sure what that thing is at the end of St. Raphael’s left hand, but I’m imagining it’s a formidable, furtive flask of bourbon.