So last night me, The Hoag, and the Blonde were out on Buddy Nite. We had dinner and talked a bit.
It was still early when the restaurant closed up and we still had some National Security issues to discuss so we decided to go a few miles down the road to another place to finish up.
We get there and sit on a L shaped part of the bar. Me by myself , Hoag and the Blonde on the other part of L. This way we can all see each other and talk.
All of a sudden this guy in his 50s comes staggering in drunk to the world. Loud. Slurrin'. And he sits right next to me. He tells me his name is Bob.
Did I mention he was loud and slurrin'? And his name was Bob.
He looked a bit like Hugh Hefner. I told him so. His name was Bob.
And then all of a sudden in this booming loud voice he points to The Hoag and says: "HEY!!! HE HAS POOFY HAIR!"
Two things you need to know. Hoag does have poofy hair. Wifey says he has Lyle Lovett hair.
In life we have certain special moments. Our weddings....when our kids are born.....when the Red Sox win the World Series etc.
Drunken loud slurrin' guys bellowing out that Hoag has poofy hair now goes in that drawer.