Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Day 10 Stats -- The Quadrature Point

Good Lord, it is Day Eleven:
Dacey's Pub
215 West Philadelphia Avenue
Morrisville, PA 19067

215/ 295-4838

www.daceyspub.com



Day 10 Stats - from Sophia


Day 10 – er, 9.9 - and I got a quadrature point! (I think…) I felt very tall in Puerto Barrios. The bar came up to my knees or mid-thigh and Ska and Scugi loomed over it even while seated on their shorty bar stools. I had a good dinner for a good price - $3 per enchilada! The G-mans sat at the table next to us but they were kicked out to the family section. I tried Tamp’s awful-sounding drink that he said was actually really good - but it was awful. I tried Rita’s plantains and they were great. Goettle tried the leftover tacos and since he ate them I guess they were good. And the rum was good too. I am declaring Day 9.9 a success!


There was no raging “against the dying of the light” that I could discern and that left me a little skeptical of Uno as the choice for Day 10 but I see now that it met all of the requirements. Well, the one requirement. It is not on Whitehorse-Mercerville Road but it is not too far off of it either.

So, there.

There is plenty of parking extending into the movie lot. Really. I’ve never seen the movie lot full so if you can’t find a spot I don’t know what to say. The Uno bartenders are always friendly and it’s easy to get a drink. Plus, you can get a discount on your movie ticket. What need for rage? We will go quietly into Uno.

Day 10 at Uno was the day of two Christmas miracles (again!), as Ska exclaimed as he entered the official Day 10 location to find Mosso in from Colorado for his first point of the 2014 season and BB there for his third night in a row. I think Mosso gets the cubature point for coming in from Colorado. It will be added to the totals after approval from the full secret committee; they are meeting, I think, for a tea party. The TDDoCers were camped in several locations throughout the place with the Chorbas boothed on the east side of the bar, the Joneses out in the garage, Scugi & Maria Scugi in a separate booth with me, and Yo and the rest on the west side of the bar. All the way from England, in the Jones party, came Oliver Jones. Maybe the cubature point has to go to him. I saw the back of Trent’s head but by the time I left I hadn’t seen any of Reese. I hope she made it there to continue her streak of, well, I don’t know how many days but I think it was a record-breaking streak in the making (Reese – where are you?!). It was a quieter night after the great battle for the bars of Princeton, even with Ska’s loud football commentary. Maybe everyone is a little tired by Day 10 but I heard a great tip for those who may be somewhat sleep deprived, looking tired with baggy eyes and a pallid complexion (not unlike my pallid prose here?) heading into Day 11: just wear a really hot outfit and no one will notice what your face looks like. I don’t know who this is supposed to benefit though.

And once more, a PSA for the stats. Alcohol intolerance occurs when your body doesn't have the proper enzymes to break down the toxins in alcohol. Intolerance reactions can also be caused by other ingredients commonly found in alcoholic beverages. This includes, among others, histamine, a by-product of fermentation or brewing.

It's no wonder that Benedryl is the perfect hangover med for me. I am stocking up for tonight.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Day 9 Stats -- No Casualties


It is now Day 10. Homestretch, time for a ramrod:
Uno Pizzeria and Grill
(you know, about 6:30 PM)
225 Sloan Avenue
Hamilton, NJ 08619
609/ 890-0864

Day 10 officially will be at Uno Pizzeria and Grill, in the up-and-coming Sicilian section of Hamilton Township. Enjoy the scents, scenes, and sounds of the Amalfi coast, Tuscan wines, and the AMC Hamilton 24 multiplex. This 5-star traditional Italian restaurant is a favorite among once-again-Super-Bowl-denied Eagles fans, those in training for the beer-per-mile championship, and those who still haven't made it home from the Princeton Pub Crawl. It features Chicago-style pizza, Hamilton-style pizza, no-style pizza, people yelling aimlessly at TVs, and AMPLE parking. Don't be distracted by that fancy-sounding pizza place across the parking lot; this is the Uno and only place to get good pizza in the area. -- Stefan


Bonus Event (Day 9.9, or "Pre-Ride")
Earn Quadrature Points!
Puerto Barrios Restaurant
(Say 5:00 PM, total guess)
845 Chambers Street
Trenton, NJ 08611
609/ 393-3663

In the scenic Chambersburg section of Trenton, when not overrun with stabbings, car-jackings, insider trading, and jaywalking, this Guatemalan bistro serves cheap tasty food and drink with excellent service (and will be very glad you're there, and so will you). Did someone say, "Tacos!"?



Day 9 Stats -
Three Armies and the Battle for the Bars of Princeton

It was no secret that today was the day.

We knew from Day 1 this day was coming and so did our rivals. We prepared as best we could because we knew they would bring their best. For years on the Princeton Pub Crawl, we encountered the Princeton Ski Club and the Santa Hat Pub Crawl. This year would be no different.

I was awoken from my afternoon nap by a text from Laura. "I think I am the first person here." It was not exactly a “WHY?” call, but I got the point. I roused my self up and prepared for battle. Our army assembled at Mediterra for expensive drinks and a crowded bar in preparation for what laid ahead. I went straight to the battlefield, The Yankee Doodle Tap Room at the Nassau Inn. We have lost some of our bravest on the floor of the ladies room there. Tonight we would see the return of the Earl of Cassler to the TDDoC. We positioned ourselves in different areas of the bar. Our forward operations forces, Scugi, Maria, Art (our Princeton Ski Club double agent), Julie, Patricia, Dave and Celeste, took tables along the wall and set up for food. We then chased a group women and children from the tables by the fireplace and took those. Our senior leadership, E-man, Ska, BB, the G-man and others hunkered down at the corner of the bar and set up a command center to oversee the battlefield. Laura, Erin, Ed, and Katherine controlled the front of the bar. Lynn and Jim also engaged in the battle that was about to begin. We were ready for what ever the Princeton Ski club or Santa Hats could bring. The Princeton Ski Club was held at bay only managing to have sporadic access to the side of the bar. They were forced to very weak position between the bar and the tables. Then came the Santa Hats. They were in full force in numbers that we have never seen before. They pushed in and broke through our lines. They never did breach our forces at the tables, nor the senior command post. It soon became obvious that the overpriced beer would be even harder to get now that all three armies were all here. It was time to retreat to Triumph. That reminds me of the theme song from F Troop The lyrics tell of how Captain Wilton Parmenter got his commission: "A hero who sneezed abruptly seized retreat and reversed it to victory"


So off we were to the head off the Santa Hats and take the high ground at Triumph. Triumph is a micro brewery with stinky bitter beer served in silly glasses. Brian and Andy know the best thing to drink at this micro brewery is the mixed drinks. We secured a table and bar space at the upstairs bar. As additional forces arrived, we also secured the low ground at the downstairs bar by the bottom of the stair case. Billy Bob noted that the Alchemist and the Barrister now have 2 bars and there will be plenty of room for us there. We send out the First Cavalry Division to The A&B, but they find the place is already full and are unable to secure any ground. As more forces arrive, Celeste, David Reese and others secure a table in the old section and order the tradish soft pretzels and hot horseradish sauce.

All nostrils were cleansed.

Over in the new section, the rest of us assembled. The Santa Hats launched a surprise attack from our rear flank. The battle would be decided here. Their forces were weakened, but so were ours plus we did not have a secured position. It is times like this that tests a man, and one of own stepped up and did what he does best, talk to strangers. Billy Bob approached the Santa Hats and with our lead negotiator Goettle brokered a peace deal. We even managed to add some of them to our fold.

In the end, a good time was had by all. There were no casualties to report, and one of us was over heard saying "For 17 years you were doing this and never told me about it! How come? This is so much fun!"

Monday, December 22, 2014

Day 8 Stats -- The Millennial

It is Day 9.
Princeton Pub Crawl
Starting Location (5:30 or 6:00 PM, whatever)
Mediterra
29 Hulfish Street
Princeton, NJ 08542
609/ 252-9680

Wait for the sign and all prisoners will be released into the YANKEE DOODLE TAP ROOM

Yankee Doodle Tap Room
10 Palmer Square East
Princeton, NJ 08542
609/ 688-2600

Other locations as appropriate.



Day 8 Stats - First and Ten Sports Pub:

Wow, golly. I thought I was grown up when I was allowed to start drinking in front of my dad at 19, but here goes my very first set of stats for The Twelve Days. A daunting task, but I'll do what I can...

"Sure," I said, when the Dad-You-Know-As-G-Man asked me if I wanted to be dragged again to a sports bar to drink beer on his dime. I sighed, groaned, and reluctantly followed him to the veritable paradise of sports and beer that awaited me this evening. We arrived at approximately 6:10 PM, and were greeted by a dim blue light and a raucous applause at my arrival. The party could start now.

From the very beginning I knew this night was going to be a wild ride when Sophia offered the table some proclaimed-to-be-mediocre Caesar wings. Caesar wings? Adventurous, but being a buffalo kind of guy, and wanting to save room in my tiny body for beer, I declined and allowed G-Man to suffer in mutual recognition of mediocre wings with Sophia. Bullet dodged. This is a roller coaster.

The E-group watches on in solidarity as the G-Man continues to side-eye the bits of meat left on Sophia's wings. The E-man was wearing what I'll admit was a pretty "dope" by my millennial standards, a cross-hatch patterned sweater. I see you, dude. Nice!

Lisa told us a story about doing team-building at work, that got me thinking some. The team-building activity was that everyone had to tell a story from their childhood that affected them, and this led to people telling sad stories. The thing about an this kind of activity is that you can convey whatever you want to convey to people since most people have all kinds of stories, and we all agreed that anyone could simply lie in these stories.


Soon after, BPW arrives, and I don't remember this person from before because my brain is always only swimming with Sponge Bob jokes, Bop-It™ commands, and social media anxiety. But after re-meeting him and talking about school with G-Easy G-Daddy Pops, he vanishes to the bar like an enigma into the night, leaving me only to make awkward eye contact with him from the table sometimes later.

At some point, my sandwich arrived, and I'd be remiss not to praise the First and Ten's Buffalo Chicken sandwich. A savory chicken with zesty sauces to sate my need to spend my dad's money. I noted that G-Duck was sharing his sandwich with Bill, who is ~*~an islander~*~. Did Trent eat a full sandwich by himself? I look down at the second half of my sandwich and I feel my virility and my social grip slipping through my fingers.

BPW returns and proceeds to try and tell me that he's a billionaire, the illuminati are real, and that dreadlocks are the spawn of Satan, and all of the proof was online. These were all things that I already knew though, so loosing my patience with him I turned back to talk with those at the table. G-Money told me that a girl at another table had been eyeing me. After confirming which girl, I proceeded to go in for the kill only to find that the guy at the table was her boyfriend. We couldn't have left faster after that.

Day 7 Stats -- Editor's Note

Welcome to Day 8 (Lord, I hate you people):
First and Ten Sports Pub
1961 Hamilton Avenue
Trenton, NJ 08619

609/ 587-1028

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Day 7 Stats:
A text comes in at 5:15 from Reese. It contains a picture. It is a picture of an empty bar… an empty bar with all bar stools pushed perfectly in to the bar. It is a picture that looks like it was taken at a bar at 4AM after clean up is done. But it is not 4AM… it is 5:15PM. Panic sets in -- the world seems to be collapsing around Reese. The mall is spinning and she stumbles down the hall to Seasons 52.

Or is it Area 51? She orders a drink and 9 appetizers -- then suddenly, all is right.

Meanwhile, back at Big Fish, it is now 5:25 and the bar is completely packed. It’s like people are camping out outside for tickets to an event, and they open the doors and the place goes from empty to full in about one minute. Eman is the first official attendee, but there will be no WHHYYYY??? call. The question will be WHY is that bartender that is not Danielle approaching me with intent to take my order? Danielle quick gives her a stern “get your dirty hands off my customer, whatever his name is” glare and the other bartender meekly retreats.

People start rolling in and ordering off the cheap happy hour menu. E-man goes for the tradish-yet-now-upscaled white pizza, which used to be on more traditional dough but is now on flat bread. Obviously this is the reason for its price increase from $2 to $3. G-man opts to live large and go for the $6 Surf and Turf. $6??? How can this be? How can such a glamorous meal that is fit for a king be so cost effective? Stay tuned.

Polo pops in on her way home to Hackensack. Yes, Hackensack. It is true, she has changed jobs and now runs a tailgate at the Giants Stadium parking lot. OK, that’s not true. But she does now work in the marketing department for the Football Giants, and tasked with explaining to the loyal fan base how a team can $uck so badly. Clearly she is on the verge of quitting this miserable job.

OK, that’s not it either. She still works for ETS, and I am thankful for that, as my previous kindness to her clearly paid off in Trent’s excellent SAT scores. She is very happy to see everyone, but when she finds out that her favorite, Crack Pipe Larry, is not there she storms off vowing never to return.

The food starts to show up. There is E-man’s white pizza, coated in artery-clogging grease just the way he likes it. There’s that fancy piece of chocolate with a strawberry on top that somebody ordered. Wait, who ordered dessert? What is this?? Oh god no, it’s G-man’s surf and turf. The turf is a piece of meat the diameter of a poker chip and the surf is a small shrimp. The G-man screams out, "Hallelujah!" and digs in to this meal which is for a king.

This was a night of family shifts, the new concept created earlier in the season by the Cruz-Wood clan, where a family works together to cover the entire night in shifts. Yvette shows up with her parents and Ryan, and enjoys a nice dinner while leaving the baton on the bar for Goettle. Andy takes the early shift in the Milot family, and then DMile shows up hours later. The E-mans choose to work on depleting much of the world’s remaining oil supply by all driving separately.

A text comes in from Tamps. It says “I’m”.

We had some more TDDoC rookies. Kim brings out her daughter Brittany, who is clearly (and rightfully so) horrified at hanging out with this group of dinosaurs. Colleen brings out her friend Jeff. Lisa E-man bumps into friend Marlene, who then stops in at Big Fish carrying a larger wicker box with some mystery item(s) inside. We are getting closer to 500 all-time unique TDDoC attendees.

Art rolls in sporting his Rutgers sweatshirt, clearly prepared for the Clorox Dirty Dishwater Bowl where Rutgers will be playing this joyous bowl season. Sandor makes an appearance after missing the previous night because he was grounded; something relating to the French stats incident. Regina makes it back for the second day in a row after missing all of the first 17 years. New hot streak! CPL falls further down the list of SES TDDoC attendees. In CPL’s defense, Big Fish is 100 yards out of his way on the way home, and he did need to get home and watch his children and feed the dog. Wait, his children are 17 and over, and he doesn’t have a dog. Maybe, he needs to mow the lawn? There must be some good reason.**

Towards the end of the night, I get to witness one of the rarest occurrences in all of nature. It’s the “what happens late night at Big Fish and only Goettle and Ska are left” ritual. They were awkwardly arranged on opposite sides of the bar, yet you could see the gleam in Goettle’s eyes as he finished off his share of the Cedar Shelf Salmon (whatever that is), then gently slid the remainder (ala Lady and the Tramp) over to Ska with a wink. It was lucky I was hiding a distance away and watching with binoculars, as it is believed by scientists that this behavior is generally not exhibited when they are in the presence of other members of the species. At this point I needed to leave, so I called in the National Geographic team and hope to see the full event on TV early in the new year.

**Editor's note: There isn't.

Day 6 Stats -- Half-Price is Nice

Welcome to Day 7, headed home:
Big Fish Seafood Bistro

3535 U.S. 1, Suite 370
Princeton, NJ 08540

609/ 919-1179




Day 6 Stats:
Tuesday, Day 6? That is the throw-away day, or so goes the conventional wisdom.

So why not go to Salt Creek Grille, a throw-away location? At least this is what some would have us believe. I say eff them -- this place is great.

I arrive at 5:25 PM -- I know, a bit early. But it only took me four minutes to drive here! The place is packed. I don't know anyone, but it is packed. You know why? It only takes four minutes to get here! You would have to be jack-wagon not to be here.

Speaking of jack-wagons, CPL is here! (Everyone's favorite jack-wagon.) He is never anywhere and hasn't been seen at a TDDoC in years. But he is here. Like the Salt Creek Grille, I think CPL often gets bad-mouthed undeservedly. I asked him how long it took him to get here. He said, "Seven minutes, but I got lost." Jack-wagon.

In addition to the usual crowd who always seem to be around these things and the surprise appearance of CPL, we pick up a few new players: Regina from SES, Sonja from Robbinsville, and Sarah from knowing Reese (and Dmile?).

It occurs to some that Ska, Billionaire PW, and Sonja are all Robbinsville residents and that a new TDDoC power center could be forming and would force more visits to Centro. Sonja says only idiots go to Centro. CPL immediately expresses interest in going.

Burger Report: Both Sophia and Trent independently report excellent hamburgers. G-man feeling healthy orders what appears to be "Spinach on a Slab". Draft beer is fairly cheap - turns out 1/2 price on Tuesday. Score! This place is great.

Everyone reports loving this place because, well, obviously.

Day 5 Stats by Reese -- Free Parking

On the sixth day, there are rules you know:

Salt Creek Grill
Princeton Forrestal Village
1 Rockingham Row
Princeton, NJ 08540

609/ 419-4200



Day 5 Stats:

It is day 5, and we’ve all had time to recover from the Bordentown Pub Crawl that caused some of us to only be able to write in French for a few days. I slug through the traffic full of poor souls about to get trapped in the circle of hell known as the Nassau Park parking lots (seriously, the police and EMTs are issuing alerts to bring diapers and bottled water because it could take 4 - 6 hours to leave the parking lot!). I am grateful that I have a much more noble purpose than shopping.

I arrive at JoJos by 5:30, and the lot is already full. Suddenly, a man appears in front of my car, gesturing wildly. I panic for a moment that I somehow ran over his foot in my new car, but no, he is pointing to the glowing, sparkly, Holy Grail of the 12 Drinking Days attendee - an open parking spot! I slide my car into the spot with glee, and enter JoJo’s with a spring in my step ready to regale my fellow TDDoC mates with my tale of victory, only to be met with a room full of strangers and reserved tables.

I cannot contain myself; I need to tell someone of this achievement and whip out my phone to start the WHHHYYYY call when Felicia walks into the bar. It turns out that there was not one TDDoC miracle, but TWO! Felicia and I decide to celebrate with a drink, strategically choosing bar stools near patrons that look like they might leave soon, and not in the path of the bathroom. Scugi walks in, hugs us, and takes a seat on the other side of the bar in a move to try and save as many seats as possible for the those yet to arrive.

Scugi, Felicia, and I engage in a conversation across the bar consisting of hand gestures, some shouting, and Facebook messages for a good while. I learn that Scugi is friends with the pastry chef at Rat’s Restaurant. “Oooh, we haven’t been there in three years!” I think. Gman and family arrive, having had to battle the traffic on Nottingham Way as pedestrians. Gman was in quite a snit, having made a reservation only to find out that his table wasn’t going to be ready for hours. Julian and Andrew sniffled and said quietly, but loud enough for the hostess to hear, “Does that mean no Christmas pizza this year?” Su is so frustrated with the situation that she starts pounding shots of Sambuca. Three minutes later, the Gman Family Table, hereafter referred to as the GFT, is ready.

Sandor and Yo arrive, and Sandor is looking for Goettle. Apparently Goettle’s stats yesterday were so controversial that Sandor and Mrs. Sandor got into a fight over them, and he only made his point tonight because she was so upset with him he needed to leave the house and let her calm down. Sandor spends the rest of his time at JoJo’s pacing the bar and staring at the entrances waiting for Goettle so he can make him pay for the distress he has caused. Sandor leaves, and Goettle receives the all clear from Tamp to leave his car and cross the street. Rose and Shea enter, and a chorus of "Where is Ska?" is heard. Ska arrives much later, and heads to the Scugi side of the bar. Amazingly, we don't hear any of the conversation on that side of the bar!

Finally more of us start to arrive, everyone bemoaning the parking situation, which brings up the Pub Crawl, and some of the group are still upset about the complete lack parking in Bordentown, and why in the world did we not go to Dublin Square??? But there is a common theme with almost every place we’ve attended so far, with the exception of Killarney’s - NO EFFING PARKING.


Another theme that has emerged, and this one quite troubling, is that this year seems to NOT be the Twelve Drinking Days of Christmas where the locations are spread evenly throughout the central area. Instead we have the Twelve Days of Whitehorse-Mercerville Road. When a discussion arises, as it always does, of the next location and the myth that the stat writer gets to pick the next location, all of the suggestions are also on Whitehorse-Mercerville or just off of road. In fact, the leading suggestion is Unos down the street! Don’t get me wrong, the Hamilton Unos is attractive because it has a large bar and tons of parking, but that would be pizza a second day in a row, and we could space the pizza consumption out, especially since it would pale to JoJo’s pizza. Where has our creativity gone?! Why not the attractive happy hours of Ruth Chris’ cheapest price bar menu ever, or Salt Creek Grille, or Slocum’s sandwiches and immaculate bathrooms, Rat’s wines and free pastries from Scugi’s friend, or the Firkin, or the Americana, or Dacy’s wings, or (gasp) a place that has a Karaoke night? Is it because we haven’t had many new members, or are still scarred by the Chevy’s incident, or is the loss of those who went to Denver weighing so heavily upon us that we can’t think past Whitehorse-Mercerville Road and only places with no parking as a way of honoring the grief we have for those who can drink with us no longer?! Nay, I say! We need to remember that we have boldly imbibed all over this great state. “Do not go gentle into that good night, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

Monday, December 15, 2014

Day 4 Stats -- in English and Fuckface

Day 5, let's keep moving:

Jo-Jo's Tavern
2677 Nottingham Way
Hamilton, NJ 08619

609/ 586-2678

www.jojostavernnj.com


Day 4 Stats:

There’s nothing like a TDDoC pub crawl. Most nights of the TDDoC, we attend a single bar, enjoy drafts of fine beer or ale, and perhaps some vittles, and then head home. But on a pub crawl, we venture to multiple bars – that is, we go to more than a single bar - I hope you get the idea - really, it’s not all that complicated.

And so on the crisply cool, breezy evening of December 12, 2014, we executed the aforementioned pub crawl through ancient Bordentown. The crew met at Jester’s on the east side of town (or maybe it was on some other side of town). I really have almost nothing to say about Jester’s – I got to the front door when my antique portable cellular device buzzed and displayed a text message from Ska, who was out on point doing recon down the street in the vicinity of Farnsworth house and was in need of support.

In a centralized organization in which all decision-making power is vested in the executive body, one would have to obtain the necessary approvals from all of the ranks in which there is a vested interest in the outcome, but G-man and Tamp can go do all kinds of wacky stuff to themselves (use your imagination liberally), so if they think I need their permission to simply walk down the street and look for Ska in a non–TDDoC–sanctioned server of spirits. Really, who do they think they are, anyway?

Ska is clearly not at all concerned that he is ingesting a glass of Peroni in a place not called Jesters, Farnsworth House, or the HOB, the approved stops of the aforementioned Bordentown pub crawl. I share his lack of concern. In fact, I think that we derive more than a bit of glee by defying the tyrannical masters of TDDoC fate. But our glee is short-lived as a text from Tamp indicating that attendance at the Farnsworth House (FH) is mandatory – as in, get over there right away. So we oblige and meekly stumble into warmth of the FH and head over the bar region, where we see Art, Julie, and Warren, and Scugi, Tamp, Reese, Katherine, Rose, Lisa, E-man, and Kaden. We are soon joined by other latecomers – Laura, Rebecca, Erin and others who just finished harvesting X-mas trees from Longwood Gardens, followed by Rita, and then the incomparable, lovely, and talented Mertz.

Seeing Mertz stroll through the bar region of FH, not a care in the world, almost gliding on air, as if propelled by forces not of this world – yeah, I didn’t see it either. I'm not sure if anyone ever has.

Bar conversation. The art of bar conversation, where you pretend that whatever someone is saying to you is incredibly clever or fascinatingly brilliant is, well, a lost art. Or maybe it’s a practice which has always been imagined to be awesomely great in the past, but upon closer inspection, never really was all that great. Kind of like Don Sutton’s entry into the baseball Hall of Fame, or a present day patriot’s view of America. I suppose it’s gratifying to criticize the present state of things and harken back to romantic notions of the past – there’s a whole industry devoted to it – it’s called Faux News.


Where was I? Right, we’re at FH, enjoying an eclectic selection of beers and ales and running out of things to say, when G-man realizes that his couch has been left unsupervised and unmonitored all evening and scrambles out the door. He leaves so fast that he almost forgets to take Su with him. Poor Su – she will have to tell the children that they were the first to abandon our gang because Daddy was worried that the couch cushions were on the verge of losing those special contours that G-man has spent years crafting – the contours that nearly exactly conform to his derriere (i.e. a$$, for those of you who don’t speak French).

An advance team is assembled to scout out the final bar on this particular pub crawl. Ska, though not mortally wounded from the prickly undertones of earlier text messages from the tyrants who run this thing, elects to move out with the main forces, so Lisa, Rose, and I head out because we are tired of standing and looking around FH. We encounter scant resistance and in a matter of minutes arrive at the HOB to find it occupied by mostly friendly villagers and set up camp at one of the relatively unoccupied sections of the bar. We see that Rebecca has established a troop presence just across the bar – if hostilities break out, we are in perfect position to execute a textbook pincer movement – if only we knew what that meant. Soon, reinforcements arrive and so do some new recruits – Shea, John, and Pods. Not that Pods is a rookie. He’s seen more action than all of us combined – so much action, that he’s got the thousand-yard stare thing going on. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, just google it. Also please let me know, if it’s not too much trouble.

Hobnobbing with the HOBers is a great American pastime. It ranks up there with rotary phone, texting, and those killer lawn darts. HOBers are the kind of simple and friendly folk you’d expect to find in Middle Earth. With their furry feet, love of strong ales, and passion for adventure, they are the backbone of this country. Problem is I can’t understand a single thing they say. But they do love a good game of darts on a Friday night, and our American paper money is one of their fondest targets. I’m not sure I completely grasped the rules of this contest, but it looked like whoever threw their dart the farthest from George Washington’s portrait was the winner. I didn’t stick around long enough to find out who won, but Shea and Pods looked like they were giving the locals more than a run for our American money. I can only hope they represented us with the class and dignity befitting a group such as our own.

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Jour 4: Statistiques
Il n'y a rien comme une exploration TDDoC pub. La plupart des nuits de la TDDoC, nous assistons à une seule barre, bénéficient des projets de bonne bière ou d'ale, et peut-être certains vittles, puis rentrent chez eux. Mais sur une pub crawl, nous nous permettons de multiples barres - qui est, nous allons à plus d'un bar - Je espère que vous avez l'idée - vraiment, ce ne est pas si compliqué que ça.

Et donc sur le croquant frais, venteux soir du 12 Décembre 2014, nous avons exécuté la pub crawl précité par voie ancienne Bordentown. L'équipage se est réuni au Jester est sur le côté est de la ville (ou peut-être que ce était sur un autre côté de la ville). Je ai vraiment presque rien à dire sur Jester de - je suis arrivé à la porte avant lorsque mon appareil cellulaire portable antique bourdonnait et affiché un message de Ska, qui était sur le point texte faisant recon bas de la rue dans les environs de la maison Farnsworth et étais dans besoin de soutien.

Dans une organisation centralisée dans laquelle tout le pouvoir décisionnel est dévolu à l'organe exécutif, il faudrait obtenir les approbations nécessaires de tous les échelons dans lesquels il existe un intérêt direct dans le résultat, mais G-man et Tamp peut aller faire toutes sortes de choses loufoques à se (utiliser votre imagination libérale), donc si ils pensent que je ai besoin de leur permission de simplement marcher dans la rue et de chercher des Ska dans un serveur non-TDDoC sanctionnée de spiritueux. Vraiment, qui pensent-ils qu'ils sont, de toute façon?


Ska est clairement pas du tout préoccupé qu'il ingère un verre de Peroni dans un endroit pas appelé Jesters, Farnsworth House, ou la table de cuisson, les arrêts approuvés de la précitée Bordentown pub crawl. Je partage son manque d'intérêt. En fait, je pense que nous tirons plus d'un peu de joie en défiant les maîtres tyranniques de TDDoC sort. Mais notre joie est de courte durée car un texte de Tamp indiquant que la participation à la Farnsworth House (FH) est obligatoire - comme dans, aller là-bas tout de suite. Donc, nous obligeons et trébuchons docilement dans la chaleur de la FH et de la tête sur la région de bar, où l'on voit l'art, Julie, et Warren, et Scugi, Tamp, Reese, Katherine, Rose, Lisa, E-man, et Kaden. Nous sommes bientôt rejoints par d'autres retardataires - Laura, Rebecca, Erin et d'autres qui viennent de terminer la récolte des arbres X-mas de Longwood Gardens, suivie par Rita, puis l'incomparable, belle et talentueuse Mertz.

Voyant Mertz se promener dans la région de la barre de FH, pas de soins dans le monde, près de la glisse sur l'air, comme si propulsé par les forces pas de ce monde - oui, je ne ai pas vu non plus. Je ne sais pas si quelqu'un a jamais.

Bar conversation. L'art de la conversation bar, où vous prétendez que tout ce que quelqu'un vous dit est incroyablement intelligent ou fascinante brillante est, ainsi, un art perdu. Ou peut-être ce est une pratique qui a toujours été imaginé pour être impressionante grande dans le passé, mais en y regardant de plus près, jamais vraiment tout ce qui était grande. Un peu comme l'entrée de Don Sutton au Temple de la renommée du baseball, ou le point de vue d'un patriote aujourd'hui d'Amérique. Je suppose que ce est gratifiant de critiquer l'état actuel des choses et harken revenir à des notions romantiques du passé - il ya toute une industrie qui lui est consacré - ça se appelle Faux Nouvelles.

Où étais-je? A droite, nous sommes à FH, bénéficiant d'une sélection éclectique de bières et de bières et de manquer de choses à dire, lorsque G-homme se rend compte que son lit a été laissé sans surveillance et sans surveillance toute la soirée et brouille la porte. Il quitte si vite qu'il en oublie presque de prendre Su avec lui. Pauvre Su - elle devra dire aux enfants qu'ils ont été les premiers à abandonner notre groupe parce que papa était inquiet que les coussins du canapé étaient sur le point de perdre ces contours spéciaux que G-man a passé des années à l'artisanat - les contours que presque exactement conforme à son derriere (soit un $$, pour ceux d'entre vous qui ne parlent pas français).

Une équipe avance est assemblé en éclaireur sur la barre finale sur cette pub crawl particulier. Ska, mais pas mortellement blessés des nuances piquantes de précédents messages texte des tyrans qui dirigent cette chose, décide de sortir avec les principales forces, de sorte Lisa, Rose, et je la tête parce que nous sommes las d'être debout et en regardant autour FH . Nous rencontrons une résistance rares et en quelques minutes arrivons à la table de cuisson pour le trouver occupé par les villageois très chaleureux et installé un camp à l'une des sections relativement inoccupées de la barre. Nous voyons que Rebecca a établi une présence de troupes de l'autre côté de la barre - si les hostilités éclatent, nous sommes dans une position idéale pour exécuter un mouvement manuel de pince - si seulement nous savions ce que cela signifiait. Bientôt, les renforts arrivent et ainsi de faire quelques nouvelles recrues - Shea, John, et les gousses. Non pas que Pods est une recrue. Il a vu plus d'action que nous tous combinée - tant d'action, qu'il a le regard chose mille verges passe. Si vous ne savez pas de quoi je parle, il suffit de Google. Se il vous plaît laissez-moi savoir aussi, si ce ne est pas trop de problèmes.

Frayer avec les HOBers est un grand passe-temps américain. Elle se classe là-haut avec un téléphone à cadran, les textos et les fléchettes de pelouse tueur. HOBers sont le genre de gens simples et chaleureux vous vous attendez à trouver dans la Terre du Milieu. Avec leurs pieds à fourrure, l'amour de bières fortes, et la passion pour l'aventure, ils sont l'épine dorsale de ce pays. Le problème est que je ne peux pas comprendre une seule chose qu'ils disent. Mais ils ne aiment un bon jeu de fléchettes sur un vendredi soir, et notre argent de papier américaine est l'un de leurs objectifs les plus chers. Je ne suis pas sûr que je complètement saisi les règles de ce concours, mais il ressemblait à celui qui a jeté leur dard le plus éloigné de portrait de George Washington a été le gagnant. Je ne ai pas rester suffisamment longtemps pour savoir qui a gagné, mais Shea et les gousses regardé comme ils donnaient les habitants plus une course pour notre argent américain. Je ne peux qu'espérer qu'ils nous représentent avec la classe et la dignité qui sied à un groupe comme le nôtre.