So I was in Philly earlier this week, wasting time until I could go visit a friend and her new baby. I plunked down at a cafe near old city and ordered us a whole bunch of food to go (nursing moms always accept gifts of food, I found). It was well before noon.
I was the only one there, so the bartender was flipping through my photos with me and we were chatting about artists we both liked, like Fionna Apple. Then these three guys walk in and the one all decked out in black and silver orders, in a very specific way:
"one shot of cuervo, then add one shot of baileys, and then one shot of kahlua, and, if there is any room left to add coffee, make sure its hot."
I will give 1 months free supply of grid lines to the first person that correctly identifies which bad boy, child actor ended up sitting beside me.
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Danny Bonaduce
Correct!
I am not sure how many of those drinks he had, but his mug sure was big. And its funny how the staff got a serious spring in their step...Its funny how we "buy" things that really have no substance, use, or meaning to us in this culture.
I mean, just like DB simply being in their workplace doesn't add anything to who they are as people or to their own talents, paying an extra $400,000 a year doesn't mean that we actually get better services than any other village of 87 acres and 160 voters.
But, hey, today DB makes you a "winner".
You can pick up your grid lines anytime. Just call me.
I saw DB on the today show today!
then i knew he was your Answer for the trivia quiz! but someone beat me to it. what is a grid line anyway? :>) JB
I know that you would have gotten it correct...
Years ago, when I was at sea for months at a time on a training vessel, introducing the newbies to the customs of the maritime life was a big part of making it bearable, and of bonding. So, we did things like sent the innocents down below to fetch a box of grid lines--those things that only exist on charts--or maps. We would also ceremonially "bury you at sea" using the exact longitude and latitude coordinates the vessel was at when "sea sickness" overcame you. Back on shore, when we brought a new guy with us during low tide to dig clams from the intertidal mud, we generously shared half of our take with him if he went behind us and filled our mudholes back in. That mother nature would do a better job of that with the next high tide was irrelevant.
All completely inconsequential activities, or things that exist only as a concept. Like grid lines, which I have enough of to share with runner's up, too.
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