Tuesday, March 1, 2005

Word of the Day:

salubrious \suh-LOO-bree-us\, adjective:
Favorable to health; promoting health; healthful.

For years, the SwanFather has maintained that the Maker's Mark gimlet has a salubrious effect on both his spirits and his vocal cords.

That word pretty much sums up my feeling today. No stress, thinking positive thoughts, refraining from saying/doing anything that will cause my blood pressure to rise. Deal with things as they come, roll with the punches. That being said, while reality has hit in the fact that my Rockstar Porter has left us for greener pastures and groupies, I can't help but to make light of it; if for nothing else, to keep me from getting pissed.

So I propose that we hold a mock vigil for the Rockstar Porter in the hopes that he makes a prodigal return. We'll mark the calendar like they did with the hostages back in '80. Perhaps light a candle, set up a shrine like they do in Mexico. Let it be noted then, that today is DAY 3: Rockstar Porter World Tour- I am assuming that in 3 days, if he started out from NYC; driving a '68 Volkswagon Bus w/some chickens and a burro in the back and doing about 35mph...he's probably reached Wilkes-Barre, PA by now.

Other tidbits: I see here on the comments board that someone noted that there has been an increase in the passing of foul bodily odors in the bar. If that is the case, please refrain from the passing of said odors. Nothing's worse than to be at the bar, quaffing on a mug of your favorite ale, only to get hit in mid-quaff by a stench that would knock over one of the Rockstar Porter's burros. You see, back in 2003 B.S.B. (before smoking ban), you never had to worry about inhaling other people's foul body odors because you had the cigarette smoke to drown it out. However, now that the S.B. has changed our lives forever, you pick up smells from people that you never thought was possible....
That being said, I reiterate: keep your foul body odors in check...if you feel the need to pass said odors, take it outside and let us quaff in peace.

Rumor has it that the day bartender (Jeff Gordon, Jr.) was invited to and enjoyed an impromptu night out with a couple of the regulars last night; The impromptu evening included third row seats at the Knicks/Lakers game, plenty o'drinking and lord knows what else (i'm still trying to piece it together)..... If I could only be so lucky...

March 1 and I just realized that I have to ante up for our death pool. A few of us got together on President's Day and held a draft for a Death Pool. I know it sounds morbid, but what the hell. The basic premise is simple: Each person drafts ten (10)people and two (2)alternates that you think will die within the next year. The draftees are prominant people in the news. They can be a celebrity, an athlete, politician, scientist, etc...as long as everyone has knowledge of who the person is. They cannot be in the hospital at the time of the draft and they cannot be anyone that you know personally (of course, that put me in a predicament with all of the celebs I know...just kidding). Each month we ante a set amount and the pot carries over until someone dies. Whoever has that dead person on the list wins the pot and we ante up all over again. Morbid but fun. One of our members has the Pope and has been sitting on edge waiting for the Pontiff to pass, but as we all know, don't mess with God. I, on the other hand, freaked when I read today's Post to see that 50 Cent was shot at (again) last night, only to realize that I dropped him from my roster....damnnit!

Today is Tuesday and of course, that means Dollar Drafts. While February ended yesterday, we will continue the Dollar Domestic Drafts for tonite, so if you are a fan of Dollar Domestic Drafts, enjoy it now while it lasts! That's it for now. I have to take care of some deliveries. Maybe I'll see you around!

NUFF SAID