Sunday With The “Usuals”.
I don’t feel much like writing just about now. Maybe it’s the beautiful weather. Maybe I’m becoming weary of the post-election venom coming from the other side which, from my vantage point, seems to far outweigh in quantity and vigor the gloating coming from our side.
I need a bit of a break from it all.
That’s why spending a few hours with the Usual Suspects at the Post Lounge is what the doctor ordered. I’m quite certain that the talk won’t be political, as I assume that they too are in need of an island of time to talk about other things. The conversational soup will likely contain the following ingredients:
Football: There is almost always a game on, which produces a certain amount of hooting and hollering. It also provides an oppurtunity for the Giants and the Jets fans in the group to berate the other guy’s team.
Music: “Turn that up.†“No, turn that shit down.†“Who the hell changed the Oldies station?†“Turn the damned radio off. I brought a Ray Charles CD with me.†“Don’t any of you guys have a damned MoTown CD. I freakin’ love MoTown.â€
Kids: What are they up to? How they have managed to make you happy, or piss you off over the last week?
Grandkids: For those who have them, it’s babysitting, babysitting, babysitting.
Meds: Just about all of us have this in common. It’s always nice to know who’s taking the same stuff for a “side effect check.â€
Traffic: You can’t live in New Jersey and not talk about traffic.
Cigars: Who brought what today? There’ll be the usual swapping, sampling and commentary.
Liquor: “Yo, try the Gentleman Jack. It’s good stuff.†“Baloney. Too expensive. Not worth the price. Gimme a Jim Beam and soda.â€
Beer: “Budweiser is the KING of beers!†“Bullshit. That stuff is kidney wash, plain and simple.â€
Although “politics†will not be on the agenda, we always take time to honor and offer a toast to our men and women in the military who now don the uniforms that we all once wore.
It’s a nice place to be, and, yes, everybody knows your name.