It’s My Party & I’ll Wine if I Want To – #SoCS

It’s Friday. Linda G. Hill is back, and she’s given us a new Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. I’m going to take it to the bar and buy David a beer. The prompt Linda gave us is:

“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘-tast-.’ Find a word that contains ‘tast’ and use it in your post. Enjoy!”

If we were having a beer, we would have to help out a visitor.


“Hi guys.”

“Hi Cheryl, what’s all the commotion?”

“There’s a catastrophe, I mean a party in the lounge, Dan. The waitress hurt her ankle. I have to cover for her until her replacement gets here. So, make it quick guys.”

“I’ll have a Corona.”

“David? You want your usual? Bourbon, ice and seltzer?”

“I do.”

“Excuse me, Ma’am, could I see the beer list?”

“Oh, sir, your party specified the drink menu. It’s available downstairs.”

“I know, but could I see what you have available here?”

“Sure.”

“No, he cannot!”

“I’m sorry. Are you with the party in the lounge? This is a cash bar.”

“We are with the party, and my husband is not allowed to drink beer. Now, Martin, come along.”

“Which IPA do you guys like best?”

“I’m not a beer drinker.”

“I am, and although I prefer Corona, the City Steam is a very good, locally brewed IPA.”

“Thank you, sir. Ma’am, could you pour one of those and leave it at the end of the bar.”

“Gentlemen, if I could trouble you one more time, what game is playing on that TV?”

“West Virginia versus Texas.”

“Thank you.”

“What do you suppose that was all about?”

“Well, Cheryl, if I read the situation correctly, he’s going to have to ‘go upstairs to check the score’ and take a drink or two of that beer each time.”

“I think Dan’s right, Cheryl. Put that poor soul’s beer on our tab.”

“OK, David. John Howell’s bourbon, a snifter of seltzer and a glass of ice. I gotta run.”

“Cheers, Dan.”

“Cheers.”

“Are we toasting progress on your decks/stairs/steps?”

“Not much. The Trex wasn’t delivered in time to get started.”

“Did you specify a time?”

“I did; morning.”

“What time did it come?”

“One o’clock.”

“That’s not morning.”

“I know.”

“Did you call them?”

“No, but I did everything possible to make the deliver arrive.”

“Like what, Dan?”

“I poured a bowl of cereal. I went to the bathroom. I even placed a complicated order on-line.”

“That would usually cause a delivery to arrive, but I think a phone call might have been more effective.”

“You guys doing OK?”

“We’re good, Cheryl.”

“Oh, David. I forgot your cherries. Let me get them.”

“How’s that IPA, sir.”

“It’s fantastic…did I hear them call you Cheryl?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a pleasure, Cheryl, I’m Martin. What do I owe you for this beer.”

“Those two knuckleheads bought that for you, Martin.”

“Aw, aren’t they kind? Gentlemen, cheers! I better get back to the party.”

“Cheers, Martin.”

“So, Dan, why didn’t you just make a start on the stairs?”

“Because they’re stairs. Once I start, we can’t use the door until I’m done.”

“I get it. You want to wait until you know you can finish.”

“Exactly. Especially since I have to go to work on Monday.”

“How many more Mondays, Dan?”

“Four.”

“Hey guys. How we doing?”

“I think we’re ready for another round Cheryl. How’s Martin’s beer?”

“I’ll top it off before I head back down. His wife leaves a bad taste in my mouth. The guy deserves a beer.”

“Will you be ready to start the stairs next weekend, Dan?”

“I will be, David. Weather permitting, I’ll get rolling on Thursday.”

“Thursday? Are you working any full weeks between now and November?”

“Pffft, no. I will be working a four-day week later in the month.”

“Why?”

“My retirement party is on a Thursday.”

“Whose dumb idea was that, Dan?”

“Mine. I didn’t think it all the way through.”

“Still, I don’t think it counts as a workday.”

“Why not, I’ll be in my office all day.”

“Yes, but the beer will wash away that bitter work aftertaste.”

“Maybe. Oh, there’s Martin. Martin, how’s the party going?”

“All in all, I’d rather be here. I swear, that’s a bottomless beer.”

“Cheryl’s been topping it off for you – on the house.”

“This is the best part of this event.”

“What’s the party for? If you don’t mind us asking.”

“It’s a birthday party. For an adult. An adult who insists on only serving wine.”

“Is that why your wife said you can’t have a beer.”

“Yeah. But as you’ve seen…I don’t care if it is her birthday.”


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    1. Good luck with the edging, Judy. That’s a task I don’t like (fortunately I have very little) because it goes in the ground, which means I have to be on the ground. At least you’ll have a nice cool day.

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    1. I was pretty sure I replied to this, Shelley, but thanks for the comment. I thought I was being safe, featuring Fish and Chips instead of the big breakfast I normally include. Still, when I’m staring at a bowl of Special-K, anything looks better.

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  1. Funny, funny conversation at the bar today. That last line had me laughing out loud. You should recycle it into a One-Liner Wednesday! 😂😂

    Seeing Maddie stretched out so comfortably on her deck with the squirrel sooooo close, it’s getting to be a love fest between these two! Poor MiMi, with more hours of darkness than light in her future, lights being turned on and a camera/phone in her face will be the norm.

    Glad your supplies arrived. Fingers crossed that the force, I mean weather, is with you. This project is going to look fanTASTic when you’re finished.
    🐾Ginger 🐾

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    1. Thanks Ginger. I was going to include a little video of the squirrel eating. It used to pop up there to beg. Now, it pops back up and sits there while it eats the peanut. Maddie just can’t be bothered to care.

      MiMi needs to find a new place to sleep if she wants dark. She gets annoyed with me, but she doesn’t move.

      We have a few things on order for the stairs, but everything should be here for me to get started this week with the decking. I can’t wait.

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  2. I don’t think you’re really sorry about the fish ‘n’ chips. They look darn good.

    Four more Mondays, huh? Are you getting excited? Nervous? Wondering how many times a day the red head will make you sit with her?

    That’s a great story, Dan. I don’t know why anyone would limit a party to one form of drink, especially if a guest or husband prefers something else. Wine may be in vogue these days, but so are beer and old fashioned’s. It was nice of you to help a guy out with his IPA.

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    1. Thanks Mary. Four more Mondays, and one of those will be while my computer is being wiped clean and I’m emptying my desk drawers. Me and the redhead are working on a new schedule now that it’s getting colder. It’s too cold to sit after the sun goes down. Of course, the new stairs will provide one more place to sit.

      I’m not really sure why the woman wouldn’t let him have wine, but he snuck a sample of a couple beers and had the bartender keep a glass in the corner. He kept excusing himself to “check the score” and sip. It was funny, and that woman was mean.

      I was “planning” to involve the fish & chips in the story. It got away from me.

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  3. Hahahaha! Love the punchline. And I totally understand the idea of making someone arrive by doing the things you don’t want the person to arrive while you’re in the middle of.
    Thanks for the laugh, Dan!

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  4. Dan, I think you’re doing your retirement exit in a way that’s good/right for you. If there are good memories, any coworkers you’ll miss, and any sense of job satisfaction, then it’s good to mark your retirement with a celebration. Not for the moment, but for how things seem later. Meanwhile I’m sighing over those fish and chips. ;) Hugs on the wing!

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    1. Thanks Teagan. There are people that I will miss. The party will be nice. At this point I think it’s ok to have this be about me (at work, MiMi, I didn’t mean here at home). The fish & chips were supposed to be part of the story. I’m not sure what happened.

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    1. Thanks Heather. I have been on that quest, to find a specific beer. It’s even harder with wine, because they bottle “brands” that are only sold in restaurants. Our local store manager is good at working out what the consumer brand is.

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  5. This was a tale that brought a chuckle at the end. Nice! It wasn’t that long ago that I could be sitting on our (trex) deck having coffee at 6 a.m. Now it’s midnight black at that time. Hate that!

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  6. You whine all you want, Dan. At you had the good sense and kindness to buy that poor guy a beer. Bummer about the stairs. I hope the retirement party is fun! I’m signing off from the Kennedy Space Center. 🙂

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