How did Saturday get here so fast? Well, however it got here, David, Cheryl and I are here to greet it in style. Good food, adult beverages, lively banter and a stab at the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt by Linda G. Hill. I bent the rules during the past two weeks, but this week is straight-up SoC. I mean, there are bonus points on the line.
“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘how.’ Use the word ‘how’ in your post. Bonus points if you start your post with it. Enjoy!”
If we were having a beer, we would be trying to catch up after a couple busy weeks.
“How do you have the nerve to wear that shirt here, Dan?”
“It’s baseball season, David. I’m a Pirates fan.”
“Even after they lost nine to nothing on opening day?”
“I’ve always been a fan of fail-fast systems, maybe it will work for baseball.”
“Is that your lucky shirt?”
“David, the Pirates have finished in the basement of the Central Division the last three seasons. I don’t think I own a lucky shirt.”
“But today’s your lucky day, Dan. Check out the specials while I get you a beer.”
“Specials? Beer? Dan? What about me?”
“Oh, David. I wouldn’t forget you. I’ve got the fixin’s for a John Howell’s Special ready to go, including the cherries.”
“Oh my goodness, David look at this. They have soft pretzels as a special. And the soup of the day is Bacon Corn Chowder.”
“You want to split an order of pretzels?”
“Are you crazy? I’m not sharing pretzels with you. Get your own.”
“It’s your day to buy, Dan. I was just trying to save you some money.”
“Pffft – there are some things you don’t try to save money on.”
“None come to mind, Dan.”
“Really? Here’s your John Howell’s Bourbon, your snifter of seltzer and your glass of ice, David. You want I should swap this out for Four Roses?”
“Touché, Cheryl. But pretzels?”
“I wouldn’t knock them ‘til you try them. They come with a jalapeno cheddar cheese sauce for dipping.”
“OK, I’ll try some.”
“We also have Penne Bolognese on the Specials menu.”
“It all sounds good Cheryl. Cheers Dan.”
“Cheers. I think I’ll take the Bolognese home for tomorrow.”
“Dan, I didn’t want to look dumb in front of Cheryl, but what is Bolognese? I always forget.”
“It’s what your mom made when she wanted a simple inexpensive meal. Pasta in a meat and tomato sauce.”
“Mom just called that spaghetti, even if she made it with other kinds of pasta.”
“She wasn’t selling it for eighteen dollars a serving.”
“Here you go guys, your pretzels are ready.”
“Those look good, Cheryl, and they’re warm, mmmmmm.”
“I bring your soup out in a minute, Dan.”
“It’s going to be hard choosing where to dip these bad boys.”
“It looks like you’ve started working outside, Dan – your snow stakes are gone.”
“Yeah, I took those out, planted a few bushes and repaired the gate between the yard and the driveway.”
“Repaired? What happened to the gate?”
“It was an old injury. Years ago, I got too close to the gate with the snowblower.”
“I remember that. You gobbled up quite a hole in that gate. I thought you repaired it back then.”
“I did, but a couple strands in the chain link fabric were only stretched out. I tried bending them back in place.”
“And what, after seven or eight years you decided it wasn’t good enough?”
“In a manner of speaking. We want to put privacy slats in that gate and fence. The repairs weren’t good enough for that.”
“Privacy slats? As I recall that gate is only four feet tall. Who are you hiding from, the Munchkins?”
“No. Well, the Coroner is a little creepy.”
“He does seem to enjoy specifying that the witch was ‘most sincerely’ dead?”
“Yeah, who says that? Anyway, it’s not us who are hiding. We’re trying to make it harder for Maddie to see the neighbor’s dog.”
“I thought she liked the neighbor’s dogs.”
“The dogs in the back, yes. The one on the side, no.”
“Do those slats work?”
“They help.”
“How about that beer, Dan. Is that working?”
“It is Cheryl, but I think I could use another one.”
“I figured as much. How about another splash for your buddy?”
“I’m fine with bourbon, Cheryl, but I could use some more seltzer. This dip is spicy.”
“OK. Dan, you want me to put in an order of Mom’s spaghetti to go?”
“Haha – yes, I think that will work well, Cheryl.”
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