Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong's Head Cantina - After Hours

[Gryphin]

Steps in, notices the stranger, Nods and heads over to the bar. Wonders where the bar keep is, Gets my own Stout

[Puke]

in the absence of the bartender, puke reaches across the bar and helps himself to a bottle of Macallan, carefully measuring out a glass and leaving a wad of bills on the bar.

producing a laptop, puke makes a wireless connection to the net and logs on to the Shrapnel forum, opens up the Cantina thread, and Posts. Reality flickers momentarily, and a well endowed FBW appears with a tray of snacks.

suddenly confronted with the terrifying reality that bunnies are actually endowed with a larger numerical quantity of mammaries than most cartoons would suggest, puke snaggs the tray of snacks, edits his post, and the FBW vanishes as suddenly as she came.

[ July 10, 2002, 04:20: Message edited by: Puke ]

[Taz-in-Space]

{Taz, returning from a quick trip to the storeroom, notices a Gryphin leaving the bar with his own beer. Taz knows that HE didn't serve this...so he writes down a note to GT about it}

Taz then scans the room for anything else out of place and notices a strange armed man in the shadows. No fool, this old devil will give this situation some time to unfold. {Where is that big Kat when you need him?}

Taz then fills up Mac's mug again and wonders what is so interesting on that laptop?

Nods to a FBW who's flashing hundred dollar bills for some reason... and resumes his position behind the bar.

Finds the bills left by Puke; rings up the sale and notes that at least some patrons pay cash!

[ July 10, 2002, 04:27: Message edited by: Taz-in-Space ]

[Gryphin]

Notes that Taz can't read,
"Checking his guns at the door, "

Um, Mr Growltigga is fully aware of my consumption. Tattle Tail.

[Taz-in-Space]

Taz notes that Stout on Saxon's tab and reminds the High Gryphin that the shadows ARE fairly thick over there where the stranger is.
Taz then pulls a pair of ultraviolet goggles from under the bar and sees the man more clearly.
{what's that on the holsters? White nights? What does a moonlight night have to do with a chess set?}

[Growltigga]

Growltigga surveys the cantina and wonders who on earth the dark stranger in the shadows, packing the guns and with the white knights embalzoned on his buttocks is... maybe it is the evening cabaret arrived early but GT is sure that that was meant to be some buxsom lass who dances with a snake (no a real one, not Gryphin).

GT saunters over to the bar and requests a pint (imperial of course) of Spitfire Premium Kentish Ale from Taz - gives Taz rise, picks up TerranC from the floor and suggests gently to him that he wishes to drink crappy American beer, then it is reccomended that he vacate the Cantina and high-tail it (is that the right US phrase?) to the Redneck bar that has opened right over where Tigg-A PLC buried that huge tank of dogpoo El Scoffo was busy eating.. their chilli and coleslaw I have been told is to be reccomended (if you are a dog)

Growltigga also notices that Mac appears to have lost himself in his laptop and that the stranger and him look curiously familiar....

Growltigga waits for something to happen

[nippy the magical duck]

Nippy the Magical Duck goes up to the bar and asks the hairy drooling Australian thing serving behind the counter whether he has any bread....

[Growltigga]

Growltigga announces to the Cantina at large that
legal action for slander is being levied against that redneck peasant at the dogpoo bar down the road

He has dared to suggest that Shepherd Neame's Spitfire premiun Kentish ale is brewed anywhere OTHER than in Faversham and Canterbury in Kent, England.

Being England's oldest brewery (from 1698), Growltigga will respectfully point out that people from England would get a slap for suggesting this, which gives you an idea what will happen to an ignorant yokel from America

[Trajan]

Trajan runs into the Cantina spouting off about how his wife made him go see the broadway show, The Full Monty. And...it was...in fact...THE FULL MONTY!

Trajan grabs a comfy corner stool at the bar, and begins to wallow in misery after having seen big white pasty man butts in red g-strings.

While pleading with Taz to give him a double of Johnnie Walker Blue, Trajan takes a moment to regail the assembled patrons about the harrowing experience his wife made him go through.

--- The show is one of the funniest stage shows I have ever seen, and I HIGHLY recommend it. HOWEVER....you must be prepared to either close your eyes at the appropriate moments or except the fact that you are going to see things you would much rather not see...ever! "This aint no gym locker room!" It is the Full Monty.

The audience was split approximately 70-30 women to men. Sitting as a sexual minority at a broadway show is nothing new. This is the status quo at most broadway shows...in my humble opinion. However, on some occasions the balance is REALLY in the fairer sex's favor.

I must learn to NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER allow myself to go see a show were there is the remotest possiblity of men dancing in red G-Strings again!

There are moments when the audience, female and male, are in tears because they are laughing so damned hard. I guess it is just too easy to make a fat man look and sound funny when he is practicing to be a stripper. There is not a lot of great dancing, but the singing is terriffic! Some of the gents in this show can really belt out a tune, and I would not be suprised to see them in many other Broadway shows.

If you are in Washington DC right about now, I recommend that you take your wife to this show (if there are tickets still available). Just drink a LOT of booze prior to going (let the wife drive) then go and enjoy the show. Remember though...close your eyes at the right moment or else .

---Having finished his tirade, Trajan sits back on the stool, eats some pretzels and waits for his drink.

[mac5732]

Fat men in red g-strings, You gotta be kidding,... my oh my, as Mac empties his bottle of glycerin tablets just thinking about it...., Fluffy Bunnies ok, but men in g-strings.. thats too much..... he mumbles to himself as he looks up from his laptop and orders a good strong orange juice along with his breakfast usual... then looks over at the tall dark stranger in outlandish western/space garb.. hmmm, no, no resemblence to me or anyone that I know...he mentaly remarks.... most peculiar... Hey Taz, thanks for the fill up, put it on Saxon's Tab as usual, Taz shakes his head, "no can do Mac, his tabs full and in receivership and collection",, hmmmm, mac looks around to see who isn't currently in the cantina..., put it on Fryon's tab then, Taz grins, shakes his countenence ok, scribbles it down and goes about his bar tending duties and filling out the help wanted questioneer for a female Taz Devil Fluffy Bunnie addition for the cantina.....yummmmmmmm he belchs out to himself with a very large carnivorous smile......

just some ideas mac

just some ideas mac