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05/01/02 - What’s in a name? ... Well, it’s time to change The New Guy’s nickname. There’s nothing wrong with New, but it sort of seems like categorizing, like New as compared to Old, or Next, or even Other (no, I wouldn’t go there). And no, I don’t collect guys. But, The New Guy is no longer just passing through and I thought he should be named something more substantial (substance being very important to me). A name wasn’t easy to come by though. There isn’t one characteristic that sticks out. He’s more of a total package sort of a guy. That’s it! He’s My Guy! Nothing you can say Can take me away from My Guy! And, speaking of names ... The Pub truly is a place where everyone knows your name ... and what you drink. Last Saturday night I hadn’t even sat down on the bar stool yet and Sweetie already had my Chardonnay poured. And she remembered that My Guy drinks Jack & Coke, although she wanted to confirm that before preparing it for him (remember, he had been the New Guy). It seems we’re a couple of regulars now. And just like any small community, everyone is always trying to keep up on what’s going on with every one else. Blondie tried to get some gossip out of me. Like, what happened to ... ? I had to do the, if I told you that I’d have to shoot you bit. Gee, what fun would life be without some mystery? And yeah, there’s mystery at the Pub too. Or at least occasional incidents. These three women were there to watch their friend, Girl Blues Singer, perform with her band. By the looks of it, they didn’t appear to have much experience with Girl’s Night Out. They were downing some kind of “pink” drink served in a Martini glass. When I inquired, Sweetie informed me the drinks were called Cosmopolitans. Well, their little corner of the bar started getting louder and louder. And, after about three of those “pink” things they were verging on raucous. Two of the three were moved to dance ... the third, well she was still sitting, in a sort of trance like state. I found that glassy look quite ominous. Well, if not ominous, it was an omen, for sure. The next thing I knew she was out cold on the floor. At this point Lady D came to assist. No luck, couldn’t budge her. It took the aid of a passing regular to get the job accomplished. She was banished from the Kingdom (or maybe it’s a Queendom). Afterwards it was determined that maybe she was on some kind of medication. But I’m not convinced of that. I’m staying clear of “pink” drinks. I’m definitely no Cosmo girl. He may not be a movie star But when it comes to being happy We Are! |