Jen and I have been BFF’s forever. She is also the first person in these “blogger posts” who I’ve actually met in person. One of our first exchanges on Facebook was me telling her that she was a part of my family now, and I really do think that. There are several instances and stories that come about in my life that I don’t deem fit for the pages of my blog. I still feel the need to share them with someone though, and that someone usually ends up being Jen. She is the influence behind the Funny Dad Friday posts that I had late in 2012. She wants to save spiders for some reason and she enjoys the occasional tonic drink. I made up the last part. Maybe it’s occasional, maybe it’s not.
Something happened while I was with my dad that reminded me of her for some reason, but first this…
Any way, back to the Sips!
The Friday before I was to head back to Dallas my dad asked me if I would like to go out to The Bayou for a snack, just for a few minutes – no big deal. All I had planned for the night was to finish packing and to try and attend my home Ward’s Game Night. The Bayou has some really good food so I said sure and waited for the time to go. We had been watching Dexter on Netflix for the past 78 hours so a break was very much welcome. We headed out about 6 o’clock.
The game night started at 6:30 and ran until 8:30 so I had plenty of time, or so I thought. I drove, along the way hearing dad say something about sneaking in the back door. I thought he was joking, but when we got there I soon realized he meant it, so I parked around back. We walked into a fairly packed house and bellied up to the bar at the end where there were two empty seats. I sat next to dad and an insurance salesman friend of mine. I made small talk with him and dad for a few minutes. They talked about the number of insurance commercials one could see. This was brought on because the Cotton Bowl was on the TV. Sponsored by AT&T.
I can’t believe insurance doesn’t sponsor more things like this.
They don’t need to because of all the commercials.
Let me tell you, it was riveting. (Sorry guys… but you have to admit.) In the middle of all that talk we managed to order a beer for dad, a coke for me and some fried pickles for the two of us. If I can say something about bar food – it’s magnificent. Fried tacos and fried green beans and fried cheese curds and fried EVERYTHING! And you know what else? You can dip it all in RANCH! Except maybe the tacos. No, I take that back. You can especially dip the tacos.
I was sitting there, watching some college football, enjoying some fried pickles and Coca Cola when I looked up and noticed something about the bottles stacked up against the wall. The old faithful (Crown Royal) was still in its usual spot. There was something missing though. And the thing is, it had always been missing. I never was well-to-do enough to drink Crown every night, so I would usually go with Canadian Mist. Everyone had Canadian Mist – except this place, and guess what? They still don’t have it. Then this thought entered my mind.
It’s been nearly two and half years since I’ve had a drink. Is it alright for me to be upset because this place STILL doesn’t carry my preferred whiskey?
Jen, do you think you could help me out with this? I mean, I never plan on ordering it again, so what’s the difference if they don’t have it? But… I don’t know.
We ended our night at about 7:45, giving me plenty of time to go say goodbye to some of my Church friends, the above question still running through my mind. I slayed at some Apples to Apples and then was on my way.
There are many dying children out there whose last wish is to meet me. ~ David Hasselhoff
And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. ~ Romans 12: 2
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