I Don't Need These?

I can bar blog with photos from my iPhone?

At any bar? Oh shit...

Cheers.

Drinking Problem?

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How Are We Alive (Us Born 1930-1979)

Blatantly stolen from the web and thanks to my sister for the pain of age reminders...

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-base paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads.

As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes.

Riding in the back of a pick- up truck on a warm day was always a special treat. (Sean's addition: And passing a beer thru the back window to the driver was a very special treat).

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And, we weren't overweight. WHY?

Because we were always outside playing...that's why!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And, we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride them down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms.
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that...

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever. And a good couple of drunks... (Again, my addition).

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

Cheers.

Sean's Bar Vs Sean's Bar

Google "Sean's Bar" and you will see a few returns. My "Bar" actually appears 3rd on the list - cheers!

If you are lucky you will also find links to Sean's Bar, the oldest pb in Ireland.

I have not been there yet, but a shout out across the pond returned this:

"There has been a pub awaiting weary travellers at the crossing of the river Shannon for over a thousand years.

But Sean’s Bar in Athlone isn’t just the oldest pub in Ireland. According to the lads at the Guinness Book of World Records, it’s the oldest pub in Europe. Excavations beneath the current pub have revealed wattle and daub walls, bits of crockery (mugs and the like) and self-minted coins the bar would use for trade with clients dating back to 900 A.D. Most of the artifacts are on display in the National Museum of Ireland, but a section of the walls is on display in the pub inside a glass case. Research is ongoing for the title of oldest pub in the world. So far, nothing older has been found.

There really is something magical about Sean’s."

Aye. Could not have said it better me-self.

Cheers.

Oakland Police Department

Thoughts and prayers to the Fallen, Family, Friends, and Fellow Officers.

Deep cheers.

Blue Moon Wii Wee!

I've seen bar restrooms that made me want to hold it till I got to the parking lot.

I've seen small dogs sleeping on the necks of drunks sleeping on the tops of bars.

I've seen Raider fans fight each other over our theme song "The Autumn Wind."

I've seen a gun fall out of an ankle holster onto a dance floor.

I've seen large grown men cry over Patsy Cline on a jukebox.

I've seen WWII veterans forget how to walk.

I've seen things I can't repeat.

I've seen things I can't remember.

Now I have seen it all.

The Blue Moon Saloon has a Wii.

Cheers.

St. Patrick's Make Up

This is really an apology. I mean I did not post on St Patty's! WTF?!?

It was not from any lack of desire - believe me. But this year did not quite pan (or pour) out as I had planned. Not that it was bad, mind you. I had me a time. Hit a couple of bars, Brennan's included. Had a couple of pints with a couple of punters and shot or 12 of Jameson's.

And of course some great corned beef and cabbage with family, friends, and neighbors as best as one can on a school night.

However, it was not the "Irish Car-bomb" madness I had anticipated. Oh well, perhaps I'm just getting old. Or the old is getting me.

I do consider me-self lucky that the economy did force one shift in my direction. I had originally expected to be producing the company's managers meeting in Hell-A for the second St Pats in a row. Yeah verily, that was postponed and disaster was averted.

And it also reminds of times when me St Pats has been less than a wee bit o' fun such as the year I found me-self in San Antonio, TX trying to find a decent pint of Guinness. Which I did. Eventually.

Suffice to say its all good and I owe the great Saint one. Or 12.

And I plan to make it up before next year.

Hell, I might start today.

Amen and,

Cheers.

Cheers.

Fear Not.

I'm coming back soon. I just need to get to a damn bar.

I've hit quite a few since the last post and have even taken a few photos. I just need to get my collective shit/shots/shite together. And have the right laptop at the right time at the right place.

As I write this I'm sitting at my desk watching the clock tick backwards at 4:59pm...

And I can't focus on the back bar 'cause I'm stone cold sober.

Jack Torrence, I understand.

And I've got two tens and two twenties in my wallet, Lloyd. Yes I do.

Cheers.

Goin' to Miami - Bienvenidos a Miami

While I can't get the Will Smith song outta my head, I'll think I'll have another of Bartender Mike's $16.00 Mojitos.

Sitting at the pool bar at National Hotel in South Beach.

But, it just happens to be the coldest week here on the beach they've had in 50 years. One more round and I'm heading inside to our private bar with the vintage Bacardi advertising posters. Posters from when Bacardi was the most successful wholly Cuban owned business.

Pre-Castro. Pre-Revolution. Pro-Hemingway.

Also came across these great posters for Goldstar Beer.

Man, I can pee standing up.

Cheers!