driving all around the northern calif landscape, doing our thing, trying to make a buck; and we finish in Davis, where hubby has some tech/equipment conference or other (not being tech'y, i have no idea
how he does what he does :shrug:), and then it is off to Sudwerk
http://www.sudwerk.com for a maxed out little compliance gig...something about the bartender = you know, what
ever @ happy hour anyway; it simply HAS to be happy hour, so...we get there...
and the place is all, "yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirates life for me..." with some locals drinking from big-ass tankards frothing with beer :beer: that much made the most sense to me :thumbsup:
so we order a burger & some site brewed hefiweisen and of course, in frothing big-ass tankards, and start up to squeezing lemons & yak, yak, yaking till the burger shows up which we then begin disassemble beneath squirts of condiments & veggies :9
but then this guy walks in. i said she was his escort (i continue to believe it
was his escort cause i seen her waiting in the foyer till he got their...maybe not) and she was just a kid, and that he was old. but hubby said that, "he's just bald; he only looks old being the only guy in the room in a suit", and that she was "she's no kid, she's an old girl just well preserved, well formed musculature, and vascular system if a little stringy..." where does he get that shit :shrug: oh well, he's the artist. if i called him on it he'd just say he was doing research anyway x( but then they sit down one barstool away...and escort-guy says,
"I'll have white wine, and a wine white wine for my 'lady'..."
..."white wine"...in a room floating in beer? white wine" no, "from the hallowed vineyards of: Robert Mondavi"? no year? no cork? no nothing in particular? just...white wine?
whatever...
so we eat & drink, and before long he starts up, as if it could be foretold, "what do you mean i'm 'lazy'?", as she's all leaning in trying to smooth the moment. hubby turned his back, but i kept peeking...what a jerk. so on the way home we hear this, the unplugged version,
Polly wants a cracker
I Think I should get off her first
I think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch
Isn't me...have some seed
Let me clip...dirty wings
Let me take a ride...cut yourself
want some help...please myself
got some rope...have been told
promise you...have been true
Let me take a ride...cut yourself
want some help...help myself
Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like some food
She asks me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few
isn't me...have some seed
Let me clip...dirty wings
Let me take a ride...cut yourself
want some help...please myself
got some rope...have been told
Promise you... have been true
Let me take a ride...cut yourself
want some help...help myself
Polly said...
Polly says her back hurts
And she's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct
isn't me...have some seed
Let me clip...dirty wings
Let me take a ride...cut yourself
want some help...please myself
got some rope...have been told
promise you...have been true
Let me take a ride...cut yourself
want some help...please myselfbut then as we were exiting the freeway back to home i thought...
"White wine...what a putz"
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