Saturday night we went out to
Alma again for some mexican chow with our friends Regan & Anders. In a rare stroke of luck we actualy got seated upstairs so we were treated to the amazing view of lower Manhattan all teh way to New Jersey. The food was pretty good as usual although I have to say I doubt I will get the guacamole again. I have been spoiled by places that make it at your table in the big old stone bowls. The guac last night was cold and just made me think "This just came out of the fridge." I had a tangerine margarita there. They are so delicious it's scary. Luckily they are totally priced so that I can't drink more than 2 w/o feeling terrible about my bank account. Afterwards we tried to go to Lidos, which was a bar across the street. Anders was pretty sure they had a pool table there and that it was the kind of place where no one would be playing it. He was right about the no one there but also missing was the pool table. Turned out they had moved it for the night becuase they were having a pajama party there that night. The bartendress, who was a large woman, was literally spilling forth from her outfit. You could have easily parked a bicycle in her cleavage. I referred to her as "Largely Be-Titted" or something which was odd but I think accurate. I am a master of the English language to some degree... hmmmm.... Anyway, we decided to head back to Atlantic and ended up stopping into the first bar that we saw which was the famed
Montero Bar & Grill. A peek throught the window revealed a lonely, if tiny, pool table so we set up shop in the back of the bar. As was the case the last time I played pool the first game I played I made some crazy shots and won the game. Specifically I made one of my classic weirdo cut shots and with total luck the ball settled in for some kind of game winning shot or something. And again as with the last time I played pool the next game I tried to do something like that and I scratched the 8 ball in like a retard. Such is the game of billiards. The bar itself was pretty funny. It's fucking old and looks like they barely take care of it. The mens room has a toilet, with a paper holder like you have in your home except it has no paper in it. Or a rod for the paper to go on. Or paper towels to use in leiu of that... There were two old dudes at the bar who eye everyone who comes in and kind of patrol uselessly while the bartender doesn't listen to your order and repeatedly only brings you half the order. I am not complaining! Whatelse do you expect at a place voted Best Dive Bar 2004? Exactly.
Sunday was kind of a wash as we were mildly hung over and Jodi has brunch plans with her old classmates. I had a couple hours to kill and I barely did anything with them. The rest of the day was a blur of dealing with Ace and making some food (turkey tacos) for dinner. We made the tacos with the Pendrey's Bold Taco Spice. It was a total success. Probably the best taco mix we've bought in ages. No hot sauce necessary. After the tacos was a wash. Nothing on the tube. Unimportant football and cops.
Now it's 2am again and I have to be at work early... argh.
