Ernest Borgnine? It seems unfair that I get Ernest Borgnine when it was SN that was so enamored with him. I think he’s going to be one of those gifts that gets re-gifted. When is SN’s birthday?
I love Louise, in all her aspects….. jeez, thanks, Izzy, (wherever you are)…. life in wartime is not nearly so bleak with a bartender like you, and company like this!
That’s true. And I’m in a good mood tonight. So I’ll keep Ernest for the time being and I’ll give you the BooMan Fruit Basket. Once it arrives by mail.
I just got done — finally — with reading Diane’s Welcome Wagon diary. It was really great, but now I’m gonna have to give ejmw big ol’ hugs every time he comes in. We have got to quit foisting alcohol on the boy and make sure he’s eating well and taking care of himself.
Okay, perhaps “foist” was the wrong choice of words, but we really should endeavor to… oh, the hell with it. Where is he with his kegs anyway? He’s young — how much sleep can he need?
Wow, what a day! Just off for dinner with Ms GR! Woo-hoo!
It has been! Have a good dinner!!
I’m back — did I miss anything?
I just closed the cabaret! You have a present in there.
Did you have fun?
I always have fun, but yes it was a good time.
Another present? Is this one dressed?
I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise.
Ernest Borgnine? It seems unfair that I get Ernest Borgnine when it was SN that was so enamored with him. I think he’s going to be one of those gifts that gets re-gifted. When is SN’s birthday?
it could become a tradition…
lol
That’s right — ‘the importance of fleeing Ernest’.
Excellent!
There’s a name for those kind of gifts. White elephants? Ernest goes to the next Birthday Boy or Girl.
We’ll just call him Ernest Borgnine, Official Hot Potato of the FBC.
Speaking of which, it may be bedtime in NY, but it’s also time for breakfast.
Enjoy the rest of your day, maryb!
thanks ww!
Are you shocked?
I am, but I’m glad! And now you’re going to tell me you’re going to bed, right?
Don’t I get to see Sniff for my birthday?
I was just waiting up for you — I have this terrible need to show off (look the old geezer is still on her feet, it’s amazing).
Sniff is down below and over to the left.
thanks, I appreciate it! And Sniff too.
I did the semi-hosted thing again. In other words, I’ll be around but I’m not making any promises.
Now I’ve gotta get some dinner myself.
And here in NY, it’s almost bedtime. It has been a very long day.
You can leave as long as you leave your toys for us to play with 🙂
I was in a bit of a huff that day.
wasn’t everyone.
Oh! (I’ve been out of the cafe since this morning.) Happy birthday! (again) Look for your complimentary BooMan fruit basket in the mail.
A BooMan fruit basket . . .
BooFruits, a new birthday tradition.
Happy Birthday and even more Happy Slacking!
Nice photo. I couldn’t get my son to sit long enough for a shot like this.
Perhaps another reason why I have dogs and not kids. 😉
There are times when I’m envious. 😉
Bring your own….
I love Louise, in all her aspects….. jeez, thanks, Izzy, (wherever you are)…. life in wartime is not nearly so bleak with a bartender like you, and company like this!
A shot of whiskey, please.
I just got back. Whiskey, you say? I’m sorry. I’m of Scottish heritage — I only serve whisky.
well f*ck me sideways, i’ll have one then.
Coming right up! The whisky I mean. Not the other thing.
The good stuff.
I’ll give that a pass being so close to St. Paddy’s Day and all.
Hey, maryb — are you still here? Sorry about the whole Ernest surprise. I should’ve been here to soften the blow.
I’m here. Contemplating who I want to give Ernest to. You maybe?
Hey, I gave you Goran.
That’s true. And I’m in a good mood tonight. So I’ll keep Ernest for the time being and I’ll give you the BooMan Fruit Basket. Once it arrives by mail.
I just got done — finally — with reading Diane’s Welcome Wagon diary. It was really great, but now I’m gonna have to give ejmw big ol’ hugs every time he comes in. We have got to quit foisting alcohol on the boy and make sure he’s eating well and taking care of himself.
Foisting alcohol on him? He’s the one that makes the kegs appear. Not anybody else.
I’m sure he’ll take the hugs from you — until he finds out its all a front to take away his beer.
Hey, I’m finally back, and it looks like I get to wish you happy birthday with 20 minutes to spare!
So Happy Birthday!
Thanks GR! Yes, we’re into the countdown for when the lights go off.
Okay, perhaps “foist” was the wrong choice of words, but we really should endeavor to… oh, the hell with it. Where is he with his kegs anyway? He’s young — how much sleep can he need?
Well, he does have jet lag. You might want to cut him some slack.
Sheesh, first you want to mother him to death and now you’re pissed that he’s not here partying with you? Whats’ up with that?
I’m offended, maryb. I thought you knew me better. When did I ever claim to be reasonable?
True, you’ve never claimed to be reasonable.
OK. Where the hell is he?
I suppose we’ll have to soldier on with only a bottle of Suskind’s Irish whiskey.
BTW do you watch 24? Or did you?
No, that’s one of the few shows I’ve never seen. Besides the, y’know, plot, I have an aversion to Keifer Sutherland’s ears.
Oh well. Then my observation would make no sense to you.
But thanks for the Irish Whiskey. We need to prep for Friday.
It never hurts to practice.
Here you go, maryb. One last birthday present.
Thanks. You’re very thoughtful.
But the character I was actually thinking about was the evil wife of President Palmer.
Any relation to Laura Palmer? Oops. Sorry. Wrong show, wrong thread.
Nope
I’m getting ready to call it a night so if I disappear you’ll know where I’ve gone.
Yup, me too. It’s been a really good day — thanks for sharing your birthday with us.