Day 1 Stats -- Paul Sr.

On the Second Day:

Larry's Euro Bar
(more affectionately, The LEB)

965 New York Avenue
Trenton, NJ 08638

609-695-9590

https://www.facebook.com/LarrysEuroBar

Larry's Corner Tavern, aka Larry's Euro Bar, aka LEB. This up and coming Warsaw hotspot is popular amongst UV brand vodka fans, recovering AquaNet addicts, and unemployed dog groomers. It has the latest in cigarette machine technology, over 60 flavors of UV brand vodka, an alarming lack of paper towels in the men's room, and ample space for footraces in its off-street parking.
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Day 1 Stats

Ahhhh, darkness at 4:30, freezing cold air, the sweet melodies of frequent nose blows....oh wait, that's the wrong email. It was Day 1, and while it was dark, the air wasn't that freezing, I don't remember any nose blows, and I don't even think I heard Christmas music. I did smell urine though, and it was in the men's room of the Killarney's Publick House. I'm not sure what that term "Publick" is implying, but it might just mean that the public is welcome to come in and pee all over the men's room floor.

It was Day 1 and Scugi was first on the scene, followed by Eman. Well technically, "Paul Sr", the resident log-on-a-bar stool was first...and by first I may mean that he's been there for several days and just hasn't gotten up. He owns bar stool #1 at the end of the bar right by the kitchen, and the only time I've ever been to Killarney's and seen that bar stool not containing him, it was because he was staggering across the room towards the exit. I wonder what time you have to get there to get that stool before him, and what happens when he shows up and finds you sitting there? Sounds like something to try for next time, and I nominate Goettle. "Dude, I just saw this bar stool and it looked comfortable" should work just fine I think.

Rebecca rolls in and shares tales of future Rhodes Scholar winners from her present 8th-grade math class who have apparently proved that 1 + 1 = 0. Billionaire Pat Worth appears and immediately offers Paul Sr an unlimited amount of cash for his bar stool, but is rebuffed. Yo uses his charms on Paul Sr in an attempt to get the barstool deal closed, but fails and is only able to sell him an SAP enterprise license for his extended family as a Christmas present. Celeste arrives in a fashionable sweater in direct violation of the ugly sweater night requirement of the TDDoC guidelines. Colleen turns up with her friend Kim and they immediately slam their fists on the table and announce that they'll be doing all 12 days!

Trent, Julian, and Andrew engage in a dessert-off, with some sort of chocolate brownie souffle lump the contestant of choice. Trent downs it first, as Julian is slowed by constantly having to ward off with fisticuffs onlookers who think it looks tasty and may be hovering for a potential taste.

Shea enters and reports that her mother delegated the TDDoC meeting invite to her and required her to come. There was some story from Rose about being sick or something to that extent, but the obvious interpretation was "I don't want to go hang out with those miserable people. I have a good idea....you go do it for me."

Bobo and Nick roll in and Nick and Trent are immediately engaged in a "tall-off", which given the limitations of measurement equipment (eyeballing, a malfunctioning smartphone level app) was declared a tie. Bobo and Nick quickly transition into a soup-eating contest, with multiple bowls of various soups delivered to their table. The soup off is immediately followed by an order of wings and several sandwiches. Towards the end, Bobo is heard uttering the rarest of Bobo quotes "I can't finish this...I'm too full". One thing not to be forgotten; the Publick is serving their wings with a bowl of hot water for fingertip dipping, to keep the wing juice off your fingers "just like they do it in Ireland". As it turns out, once the wing juice starts populating the hot water, it makes a fine additional soup. Did Bobo finish that soup too? Ask him tonight to find out.

A moment of silence is observed for the defunct PA chapter and past NJ TDDoCers who have been transplanted to Denver. Well actually there was no moment of silence but there was a re-telling of the Russ "Ready for another russssshty nail?" story.

Various discussions ensue about potential locations for Day 2. Several people nominate the LEB as an excellent choice, touting its excellent food, cool local Poles, and the potential to hang with mulleted pool players. Gman rushes from table to table, trying to shush the LEB talk and steer people towards his choice, CPL's deck. He claims that the LEB has too small of a dance floor, its cigarette machine is outdated, and has too many homicidal maniacs, while CPL's deck offers lots of fresh air, romantic mood lighting, cheap MGD64 drink specials, and only one homicidal maniac. Thankfully, cooler heads prevail and ignore Gman's pleas.