Then later that night I took a ride up to Pat's Bar in Landing to visit Scott, who after years on the waiting list, is finally a regular bartender at Pat's!
Emily and David Kihm (Roxbury High School Class of 1997, yo). Emily was cold so she got to wear my Succasunna sweatshirt. (Not that I really minded giving it to her...a dude wearing a Succasunna sweatshirt in a Landing bar is pretty much like wearing a sign that says "Hi, I'd like my ass kicked! Thanks!")
In fact, we never actually lost a game; instead, we decided to retire (and leave Pat's in general) when one of the really drunk patrons who was tired of us winning (and probably tired of me being there with the only three women who had full sets of teeth) threw a pool cue at me. Despite having about 6" and 50lbs on the guy - it was Jesus' Birthday so we decided it best to be on our Merry way (well that, and the fact that I'm a huge pussy).
Rachael and me (I'm just noticing now how much that black sweater of mine shrunk in the was - it's starting to looking like a god-damned baby-tee. Jesus.)
...were the first people in history brave enough to try to turn the area behind the pool table into a "dance floor." (If you're a guy, this usually results in an asskicking. If you're a girl, it's usually interpreted by the male patrons that you're "asking for it.")
Later that night, Rachael, Emily, Meredith and I headed up to the very classy Pat's Bar in Landing, NJ (it's sort of become a holiday tradition over the years).
Then later that night, I went up to Mt. Arlington to drink beers and shoot pool with Scott at the incomparable Pat's Bar. (PS - Hey Scott, that's a nice pee stain on your shorts. Hahahaha).
After getting back from visiting with Grandma & co, Rachael and I headed up to Pat's Bar (the only bar open in my town on all holidays) to meet Emily and her boyfriend Wes.
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