Coors light comercials keg

Guys, if you're "chasing" someone and they abruptly go to half sails it means they WANT you to catch up to them because they have a plan to ruin your day.
Doing my thing leveling merchants when a brand spanking new solo sloop starts heading my way popping some inaccurate long range cannon shots. I'm planning on logging off soon so I use the bullhorn to offer him a storage crate with most of my supplies. He doesn't respond and keeps chasing. I've got a keg onboard so I let him gain on me, figuring he'll see me deliberately slowing down and adjust himself. Nope. Full steam ahead. I hop off with the keg, grab his ladder, and manage to walk down into his hold to light the fuse without him noticing a guy boarding his ship with a giant red barrel. For reasons I don't understand he jumps off his moving ship as it takes on copious amounts of water. I finish the sink, mermaid back to my still half speed ship, and circle back for his loot when I see him swimming towards my ladder, so I cap him with a blunder, take his stuff, and leave.
Home slice didnt have to sink. I just wanted to sell my stuff and call it a night, even offered him a trove of supplies, but he chose violence despite being exceptionally bad at violence.

Yachlrighty then, grab your Coors Light and your deck shoes because it's YACHT ROCK NIGHT at this week's Downtown After 5
Join us at 4pm where we will be meeting at The Vault to gab, drink, and be merry. I will be wearing a Star Trek shirt.
Hope you beam down!
-Jordan

As the world faded away into nothing but a dark void, Tom felt the only mildly familiar sensation of magic flowing like a gentle stream. It wasn’t much of a draw, but it was certainly noticeable.
“Right, best make this quick then,” he tried thinking to himself, feeling the flow peak as he did.
“Who is this? Make what quick?” an ethereal sounding female voice replied. It did sound a bit like how he remembered Joelina sounding. Though she did not exactly sound calm.
“Uhm… Hello? Anyone there?”
“Yes hello. Who is this? What must be done quick? Answer me at once!”
“It’s Tom… Is that you, Joelina?”
“Yes of course it is! Stupid dragons taking ages, I have questions for you! So many questiiioooonssss...”
“Yeah I figured that… Fire away I suppose.” Tom replied a little uncertainly as to just what he might be in for.
“Firstly! Did you read the letters?”
“I did yeah…”
“Disregard them, I have learned much since they were written! So much more yes, cursed blessed knowledge…”
“So you do know we have gone to space then?”
“What? No, I re-experienced the memory you had of the movie about the moon mission. It was evident on the second watching that it was trickery of the eye! Spaceflight is but a myth!”
“Riiight.”
“Then how have your kind visited space? And what of the gods above!? it was evident that the woman with the crystals was but a fraud!” Joelina explained with all the calm and restraint of a shoppingmall Karen
“Well the rockets to the moon, that did happen.” Tom attempted, doing his best to remain calm and diplomatic. “The movie you saw was probably a recreation… Tell me, did things go wrong on that trip but they made it home anyway?”
“Yes, do you know of what I speak? Ahr what am I proclaiming! of course you do it is your own memories, how could I forget.”
“Yea…, you watched a movie about Apollo 13 I think. Good movie, and that all happened too. Like for real happened”
“I see…” Joelina replied, sounding rather unstable. “And what of the gods?”
“We ain’t got any. Well not in space at least.”
“Impossible!”
“No, quite possible. Many still believe in gods though, but let’s not get into that too much. It’s a right old mess.”
“No, you must tell me what happened to the gods? Have they left you?”
“Well some think so, but no. I just think it all works a bit different for us. They might be a little more hands off.”
“But the churches… and these religious warriors you did battle with,” the inquisitor all but muttered to herself, sounding like she was struggling to put pieces together. “Do Jesus and Islam fight for power then? no no, they would have long since lost the battles to the ancient gods of war the teachers spoke of… though why they were always naked eludes me yeeees…”
“No, again we don’t really have gods just floating around... Could we please talk about something else? Or is that all you wanted to know?” Tom tried, hoping he really didn’t have to dive deeper into that particular subject.
“No no don’t you dare cut me off! I have seen what you talked of, nuclear fire and missiles, ships of the oceans and planes soaring in the skies. But is it not all fake? Surely it must be! It must be? It must be…”
“I don’t know what you saw… but we have ships sailing around. If you’ve ever seen flying ships like you have here then that’s fake I can assure you of that. We do have airships, but they look more like really big long balloons.”
“But we could make such vessels, or someone could from times past. If you can visit the moon then surely you can make a ship for the skies!”
“No no, we ain’t got grav oil. Or dragon essence as I guess it’s called. That means no anti gravity, and that means weight is a very very big problem for anything you wanna make fly. Planes and helicopters are how we fly. Remember how I flew to Afghanistan on a big ass plane? Or when I learned to parachute later?”
“What is parachute? is it the ham from your times doing, vacationing? what has dried meat products got to do with flying machines of battle!”
“Wooo easy now easy. I guess you didn’t get that far yet. Uhm. It’s a cloth kite you dangle from and then glide to the ground. Very good fun.”
“A cloth kite used to fly?... such strange inventions. Wait was there not a movie of with something of that nature? yeeee… there was a song. I liked that song… something something brains upon his chute. Yeesss…”
“Yeah… You’ll know it when you see it. I have one actually.” Tom clarified trying not to get too weirded out.
“You must demonstrate on a suitable occasion.”
“Yeah… I do have a question too though,” Tom replied, letting silence reign for a short time. “...Your last letter was in Danish.”
“Oh, uhm yes. I- I was having some difficulty separating what was real and what was not… I still am. Do not tell Glazz, she musten know the truth yet. She seeks to limit my excursions.”
“You’ve ended up like I did, have you?”
“No no no, the effects do indeed recede as expected, everything is in good order… But I had to know more. So so much moooore.”
“Maybe you should cool it a bit. You never know when a brain snaps. Or how,” Tom tried, confident his advice would be ignored.
“There is not time!”
“And why is that? How is it going in our beloved Inquisition?”
“Mind your tongue, human! Things are progressing, but so are our enemies. Infiltrators have been caught, traitors within our ranks are making their moves. The reemergence of Rashan, attacks on mines, keeps and a daring heist attempt at a Royal Guard fortress! The game is afoot, we cannot delay.”
“You can’t overreach yourself either. Weren’t you supposed to be winning over the rest of the inquisition right about now? Can’t do that as a gibbering mess.”
There was silence for a while more after that. “Glazz sent you a letter? What did it say?! You may not keep secrets from me- wait not… I should confiscate her arm… she cannot write with her left. Yes far better plan, avoid upsetting him. And fill her pen with invisible ink. Yes very good.”
“No, it’s just obvious to any idiot. But what about winter, won’t things slow down?”
“They should, yet as autumn progresses it has only been picking up. I hope they too are running out of time… But time for what? I must know what they are planning. They might be behind schedule. But what SCHEDULE! sorry…”
“Well you’re not gonna find the answer to that in my memories, now are you?”
“You were sent by someone. You are here for a purpose. I must know this purpose. It will help me understand. The puzzle is large and much of the box kept from me.”
“As far as I’m concerned, I’m here to help you guys get in gear. That’s a decades to centuries long sorta problem, not a couple of years. Sounds like this war will be in the couple of years category.”
“Then why now? Why did you arrive now?!”
“Shitty luck? Sounds like 10 years ago would have been a lot better… Oh on that note, did you hear? We found something down below.”
“No, Paulin would have told me.”Joelina dismissed, he could almost feel her turning her snout up and away from him.
“Well we opened the vault like 3 days ago,” Tom replied, quite surprised Paulin hadn’t said anything. “Wait yeah she can send you messages, no? She sent the message about what we wanted to buy too, didn’t she?... How did she do that by the way? Why didn’t you just have her ask me questions?”
“That is not for you to know, and this is not for her.”
“Really? More secrets still? Come on, tell me or I’ll let you think flying whales exist.”
“I know those are not real. If they were, you would have harvested them long ago! likely for some deranged snack… or facial decoration.”
“True, but you get the idea,” Tom persisted, feeling like this was something worth pushing for. Why would Paulin not have let her precious Joelina know?
“Very well. This does not leave your mind… In the name of, what was it called… camaraderie. Paulin is in possession of joined paper. Messages may be written down and read by anyone with similarly joined paper. Unsecured. Originally believed to be fore love letters… dastardly studs and wenches using perfectly good magic for such trivialness… simply tie the message to a rock and throw it though the window. Most peasants cannot even afford glass” Joelina trailed off, seemingly zoning out once more.
“You have magical paper that can relay written information… and you don’t fucking use it!?” Tom explaimed, not quite believing what he was hearing.
“No, we do not know how to make freshly bonded paper… only more linked to all other paper in existence…” Joelina agreed. He could almost feel her looking at the floor in shame. “But it is not as if you are infallible, why did you not bring one of these radios?”
“I uhm…”
“Why didn’t you?!”
“I forgot,” Tom admitted, thinking back to his packing days. Of all the things that could have proven useful, that one might have been his biggest blunder.
“For the love of all that is holy! You are our saviour?!” Joelina scolded, understandably so, but still.
“Hey I never claimed to be smart!”
“I have lived your dreams. That is a lie! You very much claim to be smart!”
“Fuck off, I know you are just a scared little insecure girl.”
“She died 30 years ago!”
“Well I haven’t gotten to that bit yet!”
“What in the devils do you mean?” Joelina questioned calming right down in a fraction of a second.
“I’ve only had like three proper dreams about you… wait no, not like that,” Tom blurted out as it clicked just how wrong that sounded. Joelina didn’t seem to care in the slightest though.
“Three? That is it!?” going right back to outrage.
“Yeah… Wait, how many have you had?” Tom questioned. He rather wanted to know just how much she might know about him in addition to the memories she had already picked through when inside his head.
“Several a day!” the inquisitor exclaimed in reply.
“Okay, I can see how that would drive someone a bit mad.”
“I am not going mad!”
“Did Glazz say the same thing?” Tom questioned, quite certain he was striking a nerve.
There was no reply for quite some time, Tom feeling the headache growing as things grew tranquil once more. He could feel his breath. It was rapid, and his heart was pounding. He probably shouldn’t do this for much longer. Thus he endeavored to break the silence.
“You probably should listen to her you know.”
“No! These matters are above her station!”
“Hasn’t she been in the Inquisition longer than you?”
“She has yes. But she is no inquisitor. She is a body guard.”
“Seems like she is a wee bit more than that,” Tom pushed on. He didn’t yet know how those two came to stick together, but it was clear they had been working together for decades by now. All the way since she was assigned to Harvik
“Mind your own matters, human.”
“Very well, don’t think I can keep this up anyway.”
“We have barely been chatting! Where do the dogs come from?!”
“Selective breeding for thousands of years. But I’m gonna go. Take a break, do what Glazz says… even if Jacky hates her.”
Yet more silence followed that, though it was brief and Joelina was the first to speak again.
“Fine! In the interest of cooperation I shall let you rest. Wear the earring at all times, I shall be contacting you again soon.”
“I think I’m gonna be the judge of that. I’ll put it on when I feel like it.”
“You will do as I say!”
“You need a nap and a bit to calm down. I’ll give you three days. Around noon. See yah… How do I get this thing off?”
“I’m not telling you,” Joelina grumped like a little girl. She really didn’t seem quite like herself at all today. She had been the spitting image of restraint and arrogance before. The arrogance was still there, but the restraint had certainly gone.
“Come on, do I just try to cut off the magic or is that a bad idea?”
“If you answer a question I might answer.”
“Right then… Gimme gimme gimme aaaa-”
“JUST CUT IT! Farewell!” she called out loud enough Tom’s head pulsed and then there was blissful silence once more.
“Hehe. That did the trick, right concentrate on that funny feeling aaan-”
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After dinner had been rounded up, Dakota had given a brief address as to some of the news received. There wasn’t much that hadn’t already made the rounds at the tables during the dinner itself. The war had been expanding, recruitment had started in full in the cities, and if not for the rather special situation at Bizmati they could have expected their banners to get called by spring.
Rumors had it that the kingdom was preparing itself for counterstrikes the following spring, which meant training through the winter for many volunteers.
“And a lot of not so volunteers,” Fengi muttered as Dakota carried on with the address.
“You can say that twice. At least the street rats might get something to eat and a place to sleep,” Tirox the trader escort added.
“I suppose that is true. Not a bad deal in winter time… I might even have taken it.”
“But we must instead keep our minds on our home,” Dakota carried on, talking to the whole hall. “There can be no mistake, we will be a target. We will be ready. They are getting bolder by the day it seems. It is not impossible they may attempt to take our keep before the winter comes. Or perhaps they will be waiting for spring. It is equally clear their forces are spread thin. We will weather such assaults, I have no doubt. But we must keep training. We must keep vigil. We cannot afford to be surprised or outmatched. I know you will all do your best. And tonight, we have no less than 4 dragons here. So breathe easy, have your snacks and your drinks. If the weather holds soon we will be finished with the warehouse and then we may make final preparations for winter. It is sure to be an interesting one for once.”
The hall replied with a half-discordant cheer, not overly enthusiastic unlike what Dakota had likely envisioned. The talk of them possibly getting attacked even before the snow came wasn’t really that encouraging. But Dakota tended to speak her mind, and she was probably right. Bizmati keep would be a damn tough nut to crack. And to Dakota’s credit she did seem to recognize she hadn’t really managed to rile them up.
“Didn’t you hear me?” she tried again in a slightly more humorous tone. “Eat, drink, and have fun! And put those tables together, don’t want you brooding in your corners.”
That did get a bit more of a reaction, as well as some good humored chuckles. People started getting up and set about moving the tables closer together.
It was a little rude to split up their guests in the same way as they normally did. Saph carried one of the benches over to the new spot, glancing around for any sign of Maiko, but there was no sign of him anywhere.
Feeling a little miffed, she sat down with the others as Ray came back with one of the small kegs of cider looking very excited. “We should have a taste, right?”
“Oh yes please!” Pho called out, Essy giving her a slight slap on the wrist.
“This one is only for those who paid for it. You will have to do with whatever you bought. Or the ale I’m sure they intend to serve.”
“Aww man. Not even a sip?”
“Okay, maybe a sip,” Essy relented. “Oh, I should get Koko his gift.”
“You got him a gift?” Saph questioned with mirth in her voice.
“Of course, that is what people do for each other… you did get Maiko something, right?”
Saph felt her expression slip a little as she prepared to disappoint their chief people person. “No, not really…”
“All that money and you didn’t get him shit? That’s cold girl,” Pho laughed, clearly finding it hilarious.
“Oh shut up, not as if I got something for Unkai either,” Fengi added, springing to Sapphire’s defence, though it seemed like the delivery had Fengi second guessing herself as well.
Esmeralda did look a little saddened by the news, but she was far too nice to say anything. Tirox however had no such filter.
“Oh don’t worry about it, just gotta go with a different sort of gift.” The diminutive guard laughed heartily at his joke. Udanti found it quite funny as well, and Pho certainly loved it. Bo just shook her head a little and went back to a small puzzle of some sort she had been working on, on and off, for most of the dinner by now.
“So uhm… One mug each?” Ray questioned, having been left hanging at the keg.
“Oh yes sorry, just the one, this stuff is expensive,” Saph replied, holding out her mug, Ray pushing it back down.
“One moment.” And she produced a wooden mallet and one of the metal taps. It looked like one of Raulf’s, so it was probably old as faded dragonscales.
Ray gingerly placed it against the cork and raised the mallet as the table fell silent in anticipation.
With a whack the tap went in clean with hardly a drop spilled, and Ray breathed a visible sigh of relief. “Right there we go.”
There was a quick round of cheers from the table, and Ray started pouring servings.
“Oh got yours open, have you?” the voice of Balethon came as the guard came walking up to the table, mug in hand and lizard on shoulder. “You all know we are gonna have to work out who got the better stuff, right?”
“Oh does it always have to be a competition with you, Balethon?” Saph questioned. She had just wanted to enjoy the cider.
“Look who is talking… And yeah of course we do! Just think of the bragging rights.”
Ray didn’t look too thrilled, nor did any of the girls who had actually paid for the keg. The rest of the table seemed to think it was a brilliant idea, even as Balethon’s voice carried and heads started to turn as people started to mingle between the now closely together tables.
“I’ll be the independent adjudicator!” Tirox declared, not receiving much attention as the full mugs started to get passed around. “Oh come on. I’ll be fair!”
“Shut it pipsqueak, you’ll end up taking 10 rounds of tastings before you make up your mind,” Udanti scolded, though in good humor.
“I might…” the guy relented, looking to Balethon. “Ey, by the way. Did you teach the brainlet any tricks?”
“Sure, Skitters can do a few things.”
“Aside from chasing the food?”
“You know what I think he might yeah,” Balethon replied sarcastically, gently tapping the static lizard twice on the head. The lizard didn’t do much save skitter about on his shoulder to face Balethon’s head, one eye pointing in whichever direction.
‘That thing just looks so dumb,’ Saph thought to herself as Ray handed her a mug. “Oh thank you.”
“Okay, Skitters. Up,” Balethon went, raising a claw into the air as if he wanted the lizard to jump. Or perhaps stand up. “Up… come on.”
There was no reaction from the lizard aside from it jerking to the left a bit, possibly having spotted a fly or something.
“Weeeell obedience might need some work,” Udanti chuckled. “Have you tried with some food in your hand?”
“Sure, then he just tries to eat the hand. Come on, Skitters. Up!” Balethon tried again, doing the gesture once more. And this time the little lizard jumped into the air. The little legs stretched out, taking its pitiful excuse for wings with it, and it half-fell half-glided to the floor where it hit with all the grace of a 6 year old on his first lesson. The slightly fat lizard bounced once, then rolled over twice before coming to a stop, looking around confused.
“Aaayyy! That’s a good boi,” Balethon went, going to pick it up again before someone stepped on it or it ran off under the tables. “And now you get a treat.” True to his word Skitters was fed a small piece of something or other which it seemed quite happy to snap up.
Fengi leaned in to whisper to Saph. “Was that the trick or did it just get sick of staying there?”
“I have no idea,” Saph replied, holding up her mug. “Cheers though.”
“Cheers,” Fengi replied as they clinked mugs.
“Oh hang on now, wait for me,” Essy protested as Ray finished pouring her mug and started on her own, looking to the girls as she questioned “Oh, also what about Jacky? Should we wait for her?”
“Who knows how long that will take?” Fengi replied, holding her mug impatiently.
“I’m sure she won’t mind. She is with Tom. We’ll let him have a mug as well,” Essy added with a reassuring nod, looking up to the high table. “Oh but we are missing Lin!”
“Oh right yeah she paid too… I can’t remember, did Edita chip in?”
“I don’t think so,” Sapphire replied, shaking her head as Essy got up to go fetch Linkosta. Balethon decided to take her place, a big grin on his face.
“So what else is going on over here?”
“Oh not much, hellooo little guy,” Pho went, trying to give skitters a scritching. In exchange he tried to eat her finger. “Oh… I mean I guess it doesn’t hurt.”
“Oh yeah, he can’t hurt a fly… well he can, but nothing more.”
“Shame he won’t get any bigger either,” Udanti added, nodding sagely. “Would have made a good rat hunter.”
“Nah… toe hunter though. Also where is the ale at?”
“Oh Raulf and Wiperna are getting ale and some of the bubble beer.”
“What is bubble beer?” Udanti questioned, tilting her head.
“Oh you’ll love it,” Saph interjected, waiting patiently as she saw Essy and Linkosta returning to the table out of the corner of her eye. “It’s an ale but it’s all fizzy.”
“Riiight… I’ve heard of fizzy beers before.”
“Oh yes, but this one is so much more fizzy.”
“It’s light and almost springlike.”
“Light ale? You mean for kids?”
“No no no. Just trust us it’s good.”
“Right right, I trust you,” the archer replied, looking to Essy and Linkosta, who seemed to be looking for a place to sit. “Should we not just put two end to end rather than this scrunching up business?”
“Yeah we should… Right get the craftsman table over here then. We don’t wanna have to smell the guards,” Saph called out, holding up her mug.
“Hey! That was uncalled for,” Balethon protested as Ray passed a mug to Linkosta. The girls all raised their mugs and had a sip, not willing to wait any longer. They all smacked their chops a little, looking down at the golden liquid. It was slightly fizzy too… and it tasted like the brew of the gods themselves. Ray was looking at them all visibly tense with anticipation and perhaps a twinge of fear.
“Ray… You have not disappointed,” Saph declared, nodding her approval, a smile creeping onto her face once more.
“Oh this is the best drink I think I’ve ever had,” Fengi added, taking another gentle sip.
Ray looked visibly relieved, her expression changing to one of ecstasy as she too took a sip herself. “Oh it’s even better than I remember. I’m glad you liked it.”
“Like it?! I love it!” Fengi cheers, Essy giving an appreciative nod to Ray before looking to Lin.
“Sooo?”
“It’s very good… Do you think we could try and cool it down a little? Imagine this cold.”
“It is often served cold, yes,” Ray confirmed, nodding her assent.
“I’ll go get the powder!” Saph called out, getting up. “I have got to try that.”
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The strange ethereal world that had seemed so all-consuming started to quickly fade. Holes grew as light and reality started seeping in, sounds and noise starting to build around him. “Oom-Tom… Tom, are you okay?” came the familiar voice of Jacky as his eyes shot open and he blinked a few times as he returned to reality proper.
“Yeah yeah, I’m here… That is trippy, but hey, I think it worked.”
“How many fingers?” Jacky questioned, holding up her hand.
“4. Clear as day.”
“Pheeew. Okay look around, anything strange?”
Tom obeyed, sitting up a bit straighter and glancing about the room. “Nnnnn, nope all good. Just like last time I used one of these.”
“Right, good. Now what did she say?”
“Oh a bunch of stuff… mostly we chatted a bit about how she’s going a touch mad. Even Glazz thinks she’s falling apart at the seams apparently. She was also not happy I wanted a break.”
“Oh don’t tell me you have to do this every day from now on?”
“I said she had 3 days to get ready to try again. Hopefully she’ll have her case worked out by then.”
“Here’s to hoping… also how is your head? Does it hurt?”
“A bit, it’ll go away I’m sure.”
“Right,” Jacky replied, looking at him skeptically. “If it gets worse, tell me. But dinner was served a while ago I think. And I’m hungry.”
“Me too, let’s go.”
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Well then, Joelina got her chat. She seems fine... I am sure she will continue to be a steadfast ally, within the walls of the inquisition for many weeks to co- I mean years, definetly years.
As always I hope you enjoyed the chapter, if not you know who to blame. I promise I won't cry to much if you tell me what was wrong... I promise.
Not really any news, other than fuck me I'm a busy boi, luckily I found the time to keep up with the writing yet, hopefully things will quet down soon so I can get back to begin a bit further ahead.
Untill next time, take care
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Guesses on any of this tasting halfway decent? I say probably not. 3 to 5 year old kegs. 🤡
Ok, we cleaned out a building that was… multi business from auction. Popsicles, ice cream and a Dr. Who themed dive bar.
I saw these kegs just sitting and asked what they were gonna do with them, she said “we do’nt know, we didn’t list them, she said “they ARE YOURS!” Like she was relieved. Lol, i was just gonna take them for deposits or some art projects with the plasma. She “said some beer”
sad. 😂 These all date from end 2020 to late 2021 We know the owner passed away some time in 2022.
1/2 of Guinness (I think these are from 2021) 1/2 of boddingtons
Pony bone yard - RPM (May 2021)
1/6 hoppy valley - alohadelic (aug 2021) 1/6 Portland cider company - kinda dry (nov 2020) 1/6 ecliptic-capella porter (mar 2021)
Think any of them will be good? I have no idea if they had been tapped and pulled.
Guesses? 😄🤮
As I wrote this I tried t the alphadelic… taste moreike a sour with lots of alcohol. 😵‍💫
The cider feels light, i think maybe it was tapped.

I have a dream/idea for a bar in KC that I think would be incredibly popular. Before I give the deets, I’ll share that I have talked to quite a few my age range about it and haven’t heard anything negative about the idea.
First off, in KC proper, there are a ton of cool bars but on a Friday/Saturday night, they’re taken over by the college age crowd and slightly older. They’re fine, but not the age group most over the age of 30 want to be around. We don’t want to be shoulder to shoulder in a packed bar getting run into by “Chads and Tylers” and having drinks spilled on us. We don’t want to wait in lines to get a drink behind 2 guys buying the shittiest of shots for a group of girls and tipping 1%. We don’t want to deal with fights and the violence that happens around these places.
Now, we still want a vibrant social single scene in the city, where we can have conversation. Be able to see who we’re talking to, enjoy music we like without having to yell into each others ears. Have someone actually bring us a drink when ours is getting low and be able to get something to eat without wondering about the health violations in the kitchen. We don’t want to worry about fights and then violence spilling out around us.
We don’t want it to be a dive bar where depression walks through the door constantly, and we don’t want it to be super upscale where 4 drinks and a couple apps is gonna run you $200-$300 just because you’re not on a ground floor. We also don’t want another craft beer brewery or sports bar. Those places aren’t where you go to be single and social. Also, we don’t want a club playing loud ass music we don’t know or doesn’t have words.
So here’s my full idea for the bar: 1. Reasonably well lit. Not lights fully turned on, but we aren’t running a club where you just feel around for ass to be able to navigate. 2. We only let in as many people as we have seats for. People don’t have to be seated at tables, we’re not running it like a restaurant, but everyone has a seat if they want it. 3. We play only popular music from the 80s, 90s, and 00s. Any song(and it can be any genre) played in our bar is required to be at least 21 years old. We will not specialize in any genre. It’s not a country bar, hip hop, rock, or pop only. You may get Dre and Snoop followed by Garth Brooks, followed by Backstreet Boys. Music will be loud enough and originate from an area of the bar where you can dance to it, but it won’t be played at a level where you can’t get away from it and have a conversation. 4. We have cheap beer, a few craft beers, and some upscale cocktails along with a full bar. You want an espresso martini and a pitcher of Coors Light? We got you covered. 5. We will have a food menu where you can orders apps or a full meal. Think similar to a Granfalloon. 6. A couple TVs will be up at the bar area for those who might want to watch the game, but we’re not a sports bar who’s gonna have TVs on the game everywhere. Any TVs around the bar will be tuned to ambiance after 8pm. Of course we will have Chiefs games on when they’re playing. 7. We will have a nice deck area. We want the vibe there to be the backyard party with friends after everyone ate and is now a little tipsy. Comfy deck chairs, low tables, set up in a way to facilitate coversation. 8. THIS is the big one. How we will keep the vibes we’re going for and why the bar would be financially a success long term. YOU HAVE TO BE AT LEAST 31 YEARS OLD TO ENTER. No exceptions. It’s your boyfriend’s 31st bday and you’re 30? Sorry, see you next year. He can come in, you can’t. Guess what? You also get one more milestone that you get to look forward to. 31st bdays will be celebrated in our bar! Sticking to the age requirement not only gives us a place that won’t be taken over by the college crowd, it also increases the safety level. Staffing it would be easier as the clientele has a higher income level and tends to tip substantially better. They will also deal with less drunken entitlement throughout the night. 9. Lastly, I have the perfect spot for it. The old Ale House in Westport. It would be our oasis in the sea of stupidity that is Westport at night. For those who grew up going out in Westport, you could come back and be in a safe place with fun vibes again. The city is sorely lacking this option and single population that would prefer not to live/drive to JoCo for a night out would have somewhere to go where we could easily Uber in and Uber out. We will set up valet service in the spots on Broadway in front of the bar after 8pm. Not only will this give people a way to park easily, it will also prevent people from pulling up and hanging out by their cars blasting music and causing problems. We will move that further away making it safer.
I am personally not someone who has ever ran a bar. I’m putting this idea out there to people who have/do or might be able to take the idea and run with it. It would draw a crowd. There is a population of people in their 30s, 40s, 50s, etc that wants to still go out but don’t have that comfortable and vibrant party we crave. Anyway, let me know what you think!

https://youtu.be/5sCC7euj4DM?si=_MxEfEW3UDLZ3Aje
another god damn wasted weekend.
i had planned to clean shit hit the gym and get to reading.
got off work saturday morning at 12:30 started drinking
and didn’t wake up until the evening.
oh well. got a dozen tacos with dorito shells.
something for my mom as well. i need a shower. i smell.
feeling like a wreck. looking like hell.
i’d never record this. and if i did it wouldn’t sell.
rather run of the mill boring life. need a mind that’s fortified.
i may find my way by 45 if im forthright.
always have it all figured out by the fourth coors light.
by the 24th im belting out a war cry.
hate my fucking job. don’t intend to stay long.
my dreams are dead. i grabbed the ouija for a seance.
aim at the straight and narrow and the arrow’s always way off.
blood on the tarot. breathing air full of napalm.
spent a lot of years on outskirts of society.
lack of direction. stutter and ever present anxiety.
didn’t know the isolation was killing something inside of me.
just noticed one day my soul was gritty and grimy.
shouldn’t care what people think. but i notice they don’t think highly.
and why should they when all i inquire is why me?
even the music which is a lifelong hobby
90 percent of it is some woe is me garbage.
but look at me bitching and moaning on and on again.
listen to other rappers and just can’t match their confidence.
this is closer to a journal of a cur
than an inner universe astir and put in words.
it’s the bed of nails i made. sleeping on it’s just mature.
until i make something better i’ll bleed when i toss and turn.
i’m keeping my head down. staying terse and taciturn.
let the cigarettes burn and never pass on my turn.
i never fake shit. never make shit up.
i’m a fucking mangy mutt and my days are fucked.
i spent 150 on some beats. ruined them in a week.
bought some for like 80 bucks.
got black out drunk and fucking lost them.
god fucking damn it. keep this up and retirement’s not an option.
as if i were anyway. don’t got a lot saved.
i just wanna meet the maker in a modern day pompeii.
wanna jump head first into the grinder at work.
maybe then my silent screams will be finally heard.
there’s some place i fit under the sky im sure.
but it’s probably a cave on the other side of the earth.
i’ll never reach it. i don’t really know what i believe in.
i was religious for a while but couldn’t stomach the preaching.
what exactly does this bat shit zealot have to teach me?
no one needs god to feed the needy.
and let’s keep it factual. my sins aren’t supernatural.
truth is some people are just assholes.
but keep your jagged stones cus i’ll shatter your glass home.
i may wear a suicide vest but you’re in the blast zone.
that aroma is weed beer and tobacco.
that sound ominous in the background
and blasting down the backroads is the soundtrack
to a hellion belching around the map bro.
i’m wasting my sunday afternoon.
i’ll be at work looking like im from the black lagoon.
probably in my usual abstract mood.
wrestling with demons being like relax dude.
https://www.reddit.com/OCPoetry/s/4LJbtqCwzs
https://www.reddit.com/OCPoetry/s/iTIB7JcrJw

https://youtu.be/5sCC7euj4DM?si=_MxEfEW3UDLZ3Aje
another god damn wasted weekend.
i had planned to clean shit hit the gym and get to reading.
got off work saturday morning at 12:30 started drinking
and didn’t wake up until the evening.
oh well. got a dozen tacos with dorito shells.
something for my mom as well. i need a shower. i smell.
feeling like a wreck. looking like hell.
i’d never record this. and if i did it wouldn’t sell.
rather run of the mill boring life. need a mind that’s fortified.
i may find my way by 45 if im forthright.
always have it all figured out by the fourth coors light.
by the 24th im belting out a war cry.
hate my fucking job. don’t intend to stay long.
my dreams are dead. i grabbed the ouija for a seance.
aim at the straight and narrow and the arrow’s always way off.
blood on the tarot. breathing air full of napalm.
spent a lot of years on outskirts of society.
lack of direction. stutter and ever present anxiety.
didn’t know the isolation was killing something inside of me.
just noticed one day my soul was gritty and grimy.
shouldn’t care what people think. but i notice they don’t think highly.
and why should they when all i inquire is why me?
even the music which is a lifelong hobby
90 percent of it is some woe is me garbage.
but look at me bitching and moaning on and on again.
listen to other rappers and just can’t match their confidence.
this is closer to a journal of a cur
than an inner universe astir and put in words.
it’s the bed of nails i made. sleeping on it’s just mature.
until i make something better i’ll bleed when i toss and turn.
i’m keeping my head down. staying terse and taciturn.
let the cigarettes burn and never pass on my turn.
i never fake shit. never make shit up.
i’m a fucking mangy mutt and my days are fucked.
i spent 150 on some beats. ruined them in a week.
bought some for like 80 bucks.
got black out drunk and fucking lost them.
god fucking damn it. keep this up and retirement’s not an option.
as if i were anyway. don’t got a lot saved.
i just wanna meet the maker in a modern day pompeii.
wanna jump head first into the grinder at work.
maybe then my silent screams will be finally heard.
there’s some place i fit under the sky im sure.
but it’s probably a cave on the other side of the earth.
i’ll never reach it. i don’t really know what i believe in.
i was religious for a while but couldn’t stomach the preaching.
what exactly does this bat shit zealot have to teach me?
no one needs god to feed the needy.
and let’s keep it factual. my sins aren’t supernatural.
truth is some people are just assholes.
but keep your jagged stones cus i’ll shatter your glass home.
i may wear a suicide vest but you’re in the blast zone.
that aroma is weed beer and tobacco.
that sound ominous in the background
and blasting down the backroads is the soundtrack
to a hellion belching around the map bro.
i’m wasting my sunday afternoon.
i’ll be at work looking like im from the black lagoon.
probably in my usual abstract mood.
wrestling with demons being like relax dude.

my name is john i met my wife margarett or marty as everyone called her at a religous crusade my church was hosting at the local highschool i was struck by her beauty short dark brown hair deep blue eyes gorgeous round face and a cute mole on her left breast i met her on the first day at the end of the service on the first day i asked if i could drive her home because i wanted to get to know her better and she agreed threwout the crusade we talked got to know one another quit well i was 26 worked at olen incorperated in alton ill, she was 19 in her last year of highschool after the crusade marty and i dated for 1 year after which we got married life could be better she wanted to start out have kids right off i wanted to get stable first then a year and a half into our marrage i began to get a feeling something was wrong there was no red flags or anything just a feeling i couldn't shake so i confronted her and asked if she was smoking pot she said yes i said you know how i feel about that no more then i asked are you cheating on me she said no didn't get mad but when she said it she couldn't look me in the eye when she dinide it i let it go because i didn't have concrete proof just a gut feeling a year went by and marty dicide to get a job and i didn't see anything wrong with it and she took a job at a bar and gril in town little did i know this would be the begining of the end of my marrage because i found out the wife of the owner of the bar and gril ran a strip joint next door i became concerned and rightly so because i concider married women striping on a stage in front of a bunch of drunken horny fat old blading men akin to hookers then marty told me her boss's wife came and asked her to come work for her and i reminded her how i felt about that and said no i draw the line at that the next couple of weeks it wasn't brought up again then one day i went to pick her up and i noticed something was not right with her she was acting strange like she was high drunk both or putting on a show and she told me her coworkers planned to tell me that her and the doorman from the strip joint had sex by the beer kegs at the end of the bar where she worked and she swore it never happened i never found out if they did or didn't when we went to bed she either passed out or faked it and i will never take that kind of advantage of a woman in hind sight i should have that night given what happened nexta couple of weeks later i went to pick her up and her coworkers said they reliesed her 1 hour into her shift do to a light day i asked were she is they said they don't know she was gone the intire day all that night and the next day 2 days she was gone when she showed up the next night i asked where the hell have you been do you know i have been up all night trying to find out were you were she said i just needed to get away a couple of days i asked why she said i don't know i asked did you cheat on me she said no i slept between 2 little boys that gut feeling started up again it realy hit me later while i ran her a bath and she was setting on the lu when sperm fell from her before i could say anything she said its me coming out the hard way trying to pass it off as mine which i knew it wasn't in hind sight if i had taken a sheet of toilet paper i could have taken a sample to a hospital and had a dna test done as it didn't land in the water later in bed i tried to make love to marty but she acted cold and uncareing and said lets just get it over with the next night she was gone again the next day after she left again i walked pass the strip joint there she was standing in the doorway wearing a see threw negligy with her arms wrapped around the asshole she swore she didn't have sex with looking like she didn't have a care in the world they both saw me i raised my left hand grabbed the wedding band she placed on my ring finger while vowing to forsake all other pulled it off and dropped it and said it means nothing to you and walked away a week later i was staying at my grandparents nearly 2 months later she called and said thanks for telling me you were leaving i asked why the hell do you care you became a stagewhore cheated on me with your doorman then walked out on our marrage so why the hell should i stick around she said i didn't cheat i said the hell you didnt i know what my stuff looks like and the junk the came out of you was NOT MINE and i caught you with him and everytime seen you his ass was with you so don't tell me you didn't sleep with him your own sister told me you were then i ended the call i then filed for a divorce however i had no address for her just the name of the bar and gril she worked for but they were never able to deliver the paper work to her they attepmted to deliver them twice i later heard she was seen in the town i was staying with 2 men walking into a bar durning this time i inlisted into the army did basic in ffort dix new jersey ait in beloire viginia i did a second ait at knox and was staitioned at fort polk luisiana got out and joined the national guard at brazil indiana in the army i was able to do a lot of traveling all over the united states and the other side of the world germany irland kemate and iraq yes i was in a war zone but came out unscathed after my first ait marty called again this is when she found out we were no longer husband and wife she began to cry i said why the tears your free to sleep with your dooman with a clear consions now and i can move on with my life i'm just glad we didn't have kids and you would have known i was even filing if you had told me where you 2 was living but you didn't what now she asked i want nothing from or to do with you you sleep in the bed you made and i will pick up what remains of my life so i can move on good by marty and i hung up that was the last time i spoke to marty. now that was over 40 years ago i am now 70 years old i am retired from the militart and from civilian life drawing both social securty and a military pension since marty i can count on both hands how many women i was with and still have fingers left 2 i married they also ended because of infidelity on there part and so did the women i didn't marry i don't know mabe it's fate mabe it's just me some times i ask my self whats the use of all of them though marty is the one that still sticks in my mind the one that hurt the most i truly loved marty in some way i still do i can barely remember the othe women i was with i can close my eyes and still see her as if she was right in front of me so now here i am 70 years old over wieght bald with hypertension and a slight liver issue setting in front of my desk top telling my story hoping this will bring closer to me because i never realy had it mabe she'll see it mabe she won't does'nt realy matter now it's a mute point if she see's this i hope she realises i am not angry anymore i got over that many years ago and i have forgiven her many years ago as well i'm doing well and i hope she is to last i heard she worked as a security guard up near chicago don't know how true that was it was her sister who told me and she never liked me any way this is my story i don't see any up dates on this and believe me it is a true story it is mine thank you.

Hey friends, there used to be a beer by Coors called Summer Brew. It’s tough to tell when searching it up if it’s even distributed or made anymore.
I live in the Midwest, and I have fond memories from 10-15 years ago pounding a 12 pack of them with buddies in the summer. The closest thing I’ve found taste-wise is Porch Rocker by Sam Adams.
Anybody know if I can find the Summer Brew anywhere? Would love it for nostalgic purposes.

USA Albert Gleaves-From Afar (torpedo range) Arleigh Burke-Sureshot (destroyer shell grouping) Autobot Bumblebee-Overboost (engine boost duration) Autobot Optimus Prime-Reconstructor (repair party cooldown) Azur Lane Baltimore-Adaptive Tactics (rudder shift time) Azur Lane Colorado-Focused Assault (reload time and shell grouping) Azur Lane New Jersey-Freedom Through Firepower (shells over 10k deal more damage) Ernest King-I Come Prepared (AA range) George Dewey-Sixth Sense (torpedo detectability) Justinian Lyons XIII-Emperor’s Wrath (Increase fire chance when RP active and damage while Rp) Norman Scott-Directed Impact (cruiser shell grouping) Shelly Beapley-Refractory (risk of catching fire) Thomas Kinkaid-Auditory Stimulus (sonar cooldown) Titan Kong-Battle Axe (AA damage per sec) Vincent Mordoff-Waste Not (DD reload time) William Halsey-I Mean Harm (destroyers ap shell damage) William Sims-Built to Last (hp per tier) Willis Lee-Don’t Let It Spill (dcp cooldown and flooding duration)
Japan Arpeggio Haruna-Overwhelm (secondary range and dispersion) Arthas The Cold-Blind Rage (increase damage while fighter is deployed) Gunichi Mikawa-Clandestine (cruiser detectability) Isoroku Yamamoto-Right Through (cruiser ap pen) Matsuji Ijuin-Speed Is My Weapon (torpedo speed and movement speed) Nobutake Kondo-Covert (battleship detectability) Raizo Tanaka-Hull Crusher (torpedo damage) Space Fishy-Space Speed (torpedo speed) Takeo Kurita-The Quickening (engine boost cooldown) Takeo Takagi-Phoenix (hp restored by RP) Tamon Yamaguchi-Typhoon (aa damage) Titan Godzilla-Horrifying Gaze (observation plan duration and cooldown) Togo Heihachiro-Good Consumer (consumable cooldown)
UK Adriadne M. Davis-Labyrinthian Prowess (torpedo reload and consumable cooldown) Andrew Cunningham-Concentrated Devastation (battleship shell grouping) Autobot Hot Rod-Cognizant (radar cooldown time) Azur Lane Cheshire-Grin and Fire! (cruiser reload and decrease damage to citadel) Bruce Fraser-Make Haste (movement speed) Charles Madden-Aim n’ Fire (main battery traverse and reload) Denis Boyd-Under the Radar (air detectability range) Grotmaz Smart-Rammin’ Spikes (increase ramming damage, decrease ram damage taken) John Fisher-Furious Temper (BB reload time and BB range) John Jellicoe-Overtime (repair part duration) Philip Vian-Casual Avoidance (incoming fire dispersion) Reginald Tyrwhitt-True Grit (torpedo reload and steering gear damage chance) William Tennant-Core Values(decrease damage to citadel)
Germany Augustin Riegerwald-Merciless (cruiser reload and cruiser ap damage) Azur Lane Bismark-Unwavering Strength (secondary battery reload and dispersion) Blue Furiora-Rindin’ on the Wind (DD speed) Clara N. Teslau-Midnight Oil (traverse time and rudder shift) Erich Bey-Shifty (destroyer detectability) Franz von Hipper-Elbowroom (secondary battery range and grouping) Gunther Lutjens-Gimlet (cruiser ap damage) Hans Geisler-Barrage (secondary battery reload) Henry J. Hide-Wrenchman Extraordinaire (max HP) John Luke Pickup-I See Everything (observation plane cool down time) Karl von Muller-Hearty (cruiser speed) Maximilian von Spee-Misty Morning (smoke generator cooldown) Megatron-Cyber Lens (bb main battery range) Otto Ciliax-Auger (BB ap shell damage) Reinhard Scheer-Fire Alarm (dcp cooldown and risk of fire) Starscream-Advance & Vanquish (aircraft cruise speed)
France Dinobot Grimlock-Quick Charge (enhanced secondary targeting cooldown) Michel Le Tir-A l’abordage! (secondary battery damage) Andre Roux-Grenadier (cruiser HE damage) Philippe Auboyneau-Powder Keg (destroyer HE damage) Emile Guepratte-Expeditious (BB speed) Louis du Fournet-Incendairy (HE damage) Andre Lemonnier-Window of Opportunity (cruiser detectability after firing) Robert Jaujard-Borer (BB ap multiplier)
U.S.S.R Anton Gurin-Stabber (DD AP penetration) Azur Lane Avrora-Flexible Threat (shell type switch if guns are loaded) Azur Lane Chapayev-Cavalier’s Acumen (Increase chance of module incapaciting) Azur lane Sov. Rossiya-Frozen Edge (fire risk and BB detectability) Decepticon Rumble-Robotic Breadth (DD battery range) Ivan B.D. Lightful-Phantom Bane (CC reload and CC detectability after firing) Kinolay von Essen-Nooks and Crannies (minimal ricochet angle of your shells) Lev Galler-Flaming Arrow (BB HE damage) Mikhail Kedrov-Vicious Circle (BB gun traverse) Nikolay Kuznetsov-Follow the Sun (Cruiser battery range) Sergio Splendento-Firm Hand (DD traverse speed) Stepan Makarov-Nights Shorter Than Days (DCP duration) Vladimir Trubetskoy-The Battle Rages On (incoming damage to DD) Yevgeny Preobrazhensky-Seasoned Professional (DCP cooldown)
Italy Decepticon Soundwave-Redistribution (torpedo detection range and rudder shift time) Azur Lane Zara-Audacious Challenger (cruiser SAP damage) Carlo Bergamini-Per l’onore d’Italia (incoming damage to DD per 1%hp lost) Angelo Iachino-Go Away (BB grouping when shooting at BB, CC, DD) Giuseppe Cigala Fulgosi-In the Fog (smoke deployment time) Luigi Rizzo-The Great Escape (engine boost cooldown and duration) Francesco Mimbelli-Time to Make a Move (cruiser battery reload) Inigo Campioni-Spartan (income damage reduction) Paolo di Revel-Time Is of the Essence (BB reload) Luigi Sansonetti-Aegis (incoming damage for cruiser)
Pan-Europe Conrad Helfrich-Vespiary (AA damage and movement speed) Janko Vukovich-Stone Skinned (Fire duration) Jerzy Swirski-Hide’n’Seek (detectability range) Stig Ericson-Thunderbolt (engine boost cooldown time and torpedo damage)
Pan-Asia Chen Shaokuan-Guerrilla Warfare (damage reduction while in smoke) Deng Shichang- Quantum of Solace (DD detectabililty and torpedo damage) Ding Ruchang-Gunslinger (reload time) Sa Zhenbing-Tin Opener (min ricochet angle of DD AP)