Day 3 Stats

******Correction to Day 4 Locale: City Streets along Rte 130 in East Windsor, NJ is where we will be. Repeat: City Streets along Rte 130 in East Windsor is where we will be. Address for City Streets: 510 US Highway 130, East Windsor, NJ 08520



****WE WILL POSTPONE OUR VISIT TO NOTTINGHAM TAVERN TO ANOTHER DAY****

So there we were on Monday night at JoJo’s trying to figure out where to go on Tuesday night, and e-man in a stroke brilliance, though vehemently protested by g-man, picks Al’s Airport Inn in Ewing, very near the Trenton (West Trenton?) Airport. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but really, can you trust judgments rendered after drinking more than a few pints of Guinness?

A little bit about Al’s Airport Inn. It’s old and hasn’t changed since the war, and I mean the French and Indian War, the one where then Colonel or Captain Washington got his ass kicked in nearly every battle he participated in, at least that’s my vague recollection of 5th grade history, but I would invite any corrections from more knowledgeable folks. Who’s smarter – a president who suffered defeat after defeat on the battlefield or a president who avoided the battlefield? Whoops, I digress. Anyway, I think the happiest/luckiest people in central Jersey last nite were our bartenders, as we more than tripled the usual rainy, Tuesday nite attendance, and no doubt they are in the Caribbean today sunning themselves and enjoying the bounty from our drinking and eating. And speaking of attendance, we had BB, Pods, Donna, and Bobo from PA and the usual cast of characters from NJ: e-man, g-man, su, ska, tamps, chaty, BIG LOU, BIG AL, goettle, CPL, Milot, and Tony Sal.

And speaking of eating, the Happy Hour menu at Al’s is quite an eclectic assortment of goodies: breaded chicken wings, chicken fingers, pierogies, poppers, mozzarella sticks, or waffle fries. But the post-HH menu – well, from that menu, you could order breaded chicken wings, chicken fingers, pierogies, poppers, mozzarella sticks, or waffle fries. I think Al needs to work out a few of the kinks in the food service aspect of his business - after one order of fried and wings, the kitchen had to be shut down to allow the electrical system to rest and get ready for the weekend. Maybe that had something to do with the wafts of burnt plastic we detected – CPL had been long gone by then, so we could safely rule out any colognes he was wearing.

But Al was prepared for all major disruptions in the kitchen. You see, you could also pick from basket carrying chips, pretzels, or Austin brand cheese and crackers, and this basket was placed in a strategic location on the bar – it was where any patron could reach it. With all the food offerings, it’s a small wonder we managed to squeeze in there at dinnertime. So contrary to popular belief, Al’s Inn was not inspirational to a certain Guthrie who sang about a place where you could get anything you want – let’s debunk that myth right here and now.

And Al’s Ancient Inn is famous for ghosts flitting about, though no one reported any other-worldly apparitions of the kind you might see in an old Scooby Doo cartoon.

So though the place was dumpy, run-down, a little expensive (the beers cost more than the mixed drinks), it was our dumpy, run-down place, and we can hardly wait ‘til our next visit: the no credit, pre-ride for the 2008 DTBDRHH. Please sign up early and save big $$$$ for this world famous ride along the Delaware River in late June.


An Addendum from Mr. Taddei:
Scene at the end of last night at Al's airport. Just me, Goettle, Lou and Big Al left. Prior to that, Ska, Tamps and Goettle and I we were figuring where we should go and someone suggested the Firkin Inn. Ska and Tamps decide to leave to get some sleep. Big Al overhears this and starts spewing directions (which turn out to be way off). I ask the bartender directions to the Firkin and several of the locals know exactly where it is (less than like 3 minutes away).

Firkin Inn was pretty cool - lots of Rider/CNJ 19 year old hotties and one really short chick with a huge rack - she must have been like 4 ft 10 (her head was just above bar height). Good hockey fights on TV gets the crowd buzzing. Good chomps also. Goettle and I must have stuck out like a sore thumb since we were way older than most everyone else in the place. I realize I have been there long ago when I used to live nearby (wonder where else I've been?).


One more important note:
Friends, TDDoCers, countrymen, it’s time for you to know the truth. This, the 10th edition of the TDDoC, is fraught with intrigue and scandal, and I can no longer sit idly by, while the mad power grabbers grab power. Many of you, no doubt, are unaware of what’s been going on – while you and I have been leading our lives of convenience and suburban convention, the wool is being pulled over our un-seeing eyes. It’s happening right now. The perpetrators of this plan to pool power proceed to plot plainly in front of our peepers. And no I’m not talking about the surrender of our freedoms to a government that is likely monitoring all of our e-mail traffic. However, the diabolical activities to which I refer are no less nefarious. I don’t want to use their names just yet but a I’ll give you a hint – their code names end in “man” and begin with letters between “d” and “h” but not the letter “f”. And by “between d and h”, I want to make it clear that this would not include the letters “d” and “h”. I’d give you the case of the letters, but I fear I’ve said too much already.

These dastardly villains have completed pre-planning the itinerary of the 2007 TDDoC. They’re not supposed to do that. And they are doing it in secret because they know they’re not supposed to do it. They may even be working on the 2008 TDDoC, as this message is being written and read. The consequence of this machination: they are taking away one of our most basic and cherished freedoms – our right to pick whichever pathetic central NJ establishment we goddam please. Now, maybe some of you are content not to be bothered with figuring out where to go night after night and prefer to leave it up to the so-called experts, but really, are there any experts in anything? Do the elites really know better than the common man (or woman)? Do we not live in a land where the government is by the people and for the people? Do you love America? The answers to these questions, by the way, are NO, NO, YES, and YES. Who will stand with me and put a stop to the lawbreakers? Sunshine is the greatest disinfectant and it’s time that a little sunlight was shed on the crafty cabal. It’s well-known for killing vampires – not too sure about werewolves, but I digress.

So those of you who have been on the sidelines so far this year, come out tonite to the Nottingham Tavern to celebrate your freedom to drink wherever you choose. Oh, and CPL is buying.



And now for the legal mumbo-jumbo:

Please check out the website for photographic evidence and previous days stats.
http://tddoc.blogspot.com/
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List of Day 3 attendees:
CPL
Ska
BIG LOU
Pods
BB
Tamp
Eman
G
Su
Goettle
Bobo
Donna
Chaty (formerly known as OJMarc)
Tony Sal
Milot
BIG AL

Points total:
Eman 3
Ska 3
Gman 3
Su 3
Goettle 3
Bobo 3
Tamps 3
Donna 3
Yvette 1
BB 2
Pods 2
Tmac 1
Julian 1
Scugi 1
Mrs. Scugi 1
CPL 1
Big Lou 2
Uvegas 1
Nancy HP 1
Milot 2
DMile 1
Mindy 1
Dino 1
Jeff 1
Chaty 2
Lisa Eman 1
Trent 1
Billionaire Pat Worth 1
Millionaire Brandy 1
Randy 1
Laura 1
Big Al 1
Neufeld 1
Lauren 1
Anna 1
Beth 1
Yvette(non Goettle) 1
Dorian 1
Melanie 123 1
Jennifer 1
Cairo 1
Cairo's cousin Joe 1
Tony Sal 1