Holy smoking devil-butts! I was taking a nap on one of the bean bags when I was awakened by a flash of light and a loud rumbling noise. At first I thought it was payback for the 5 shots of Downs I had last night. Anyway, outside my room there arose such a clatter, I went to the window to see what was the matter. Everything outside looked just the same. jo77 was still asleep in the azaleas. Cassady's merc was still parked with one wheel up on the curb.

Went back into the Tavern. What to my wondering eyes should appear- a brand new pool table, and Rick with a beer! I DO believe in miracles!

Anyway, I got a big pot of menudo and some fresh flour tortillas for those of you with a head. And half-price Bloody Marys. No, annap, it's not bar vodka, it's Stoly.

Hmmm. What's that scary, yet tantalizing aroma? A jug of something that Alabama Bill left on the bar. GULP . Yeeee-HAAAA!

Oh, and Skarpi, let me get you that Guinness. Hell, it's happy hour in Reyjavik.