5/26/2017 - Engage Paddles! Stand Back! Beer ... I Mean, Clear!

Attending: Cash, Chessticles, Frank, Lewis, Pastor, Raymond, Rick Dipego, SAM, Silent Bob, Solomon, Scribe, Tango, Whitey

While the crowd was large, the mood was tranquilo.

Early on, Whitey waived off a pitcher of Yuengling in favor of Miller Lite. Having interpreted this as an early refusal of all beer, Cash's eyes looked like two Frisbees, and the table began scanning the premises for a defibrillator.

Cash nearly violated the table's no politics policy by saying that while his president only has a 150-word vocabulary, he used one of those words--loser--effectively in describing today's terrorists.

Whitey received something on his phone, groaned, and returned from the bathroom hunched over with his hands in his pockets. We later learned he had just received a $2.8 million commitment letter from the bank. Speaking of real estate, things must have started to become uninteresting late in the meeting because Chessticles was selling an ocean-front condo to table 15, and Lewis turned his chair toward Table 13.

And the T-14 mantra of the day is: "Are you leaving now that you've had enough club soda?"