We put the "Poo" back in Pool Hall!

I'm tired and thinking about marketing and while the above slogan has no shortage of visual possibilities, it might not be the direction we're trying to go in.
Anyhoo, The Palomino is open! We had a pretty amazing weekend and the future looks pretty bright. While a huge weight has been lifted off my back, my OCD won't stop peaking until our super secret office is completed and I can file stuff. Files, filing, filing cabinets!!! Our financial situation is still pretty dismal and it won't be anytime soon until we can tell what kind of numbers we need to be hitting. I'm starting to bore myself a little so it's time to move on............

All this stress has been getting me to thinking about how to sort out all this stuff and deal with it in healthy ways. Shit, this may be starting to sound boring too, but this is entirely voluntary for you dear reader. I've actually been thinking about desires a lot lately and how they kinda rule my life in different ways. Desires to achieve financial stability, to fall in love, to get tipsy and smooch, to deal with stress with shitty food, beers and smokes, to feel wanted, to want to be needed and so on and so forth. You get the picture, right? It's hard to balance say something like the urge to have a really greasy (and delicious) cheeseburger as a treat after a tough week and eating crappy food everyday because I'm too busy to take the time to go shopping and cook something for myself. This could be heading into territory a little to heavy for my brain right now and I'm getting more tireder by the minute and I'm not too sure how confessional I want this to be, what if my Mom reads it?

I really hope she doesn't.

Come by the Palo and bring me a cheeseburger, let's fall in love, drink beers, smooch, balance my checkbook and do some yoga.

The Donner Party was way more fun than this....

Actually, not really, but the other day we had a shitty day at the Palomino (which will henceforth be referred to as whatever I feel like designating it at the time). We thought we would cruise into this weekend with open doors, expecting a little chaos and embracing said chaos, but the wonderful folks at the building department had different ideas. I'd go into details (really boring and annoying details), but basically we are delayed until Monday. That night I went to bed to a super dated (and impressive) documentary about the ill-fated pioneers on PBS (see earlier post about cable canceling) and it kinda fucked my night. The creepy narration about the horrific hardships those sad folks endured followed me into my dreams.

"The Forlorn Hope", goggle that shit.

So, the next day I was having a stupid pity party and trying to draw parallels from their situation to ours, which of course was a really ridiculous endeavor. After a strong cup of decaf i realized this and moved on to more important thoughts. Specifically, if I were really in a jam like those pioneers, who would I eat? My business partners don't really offer an enticing buffet of possibilities. While Cam has amazing culinary skills, as of late our collective diet has consisted mostly of pizza while we paint walls and wait for inpsectors....Mitch on the other hand, while not having a much better diet, has youth on his side. Both of them smoke cigarettes like beat poets on the verge of some deep revelation and it makes me wonder if cows chained smoked, would cheeseburgers taste gross or just a little smokey? Either way, I gotta step up and say Mitch would make the better cheeseburger. Sorry Mitch, or sorry Cam, not sure which of you should be offended.

Barring any catastrophes we should be open on Monday (ha) and either this stuff will get a lot more funny or really depressing. On that note watch this video because this dog will make any bad day alright......

cox cable finally gets their man

After three years of getting free cable the jig is up. Fortunately this coincides with the installation of Direct TV at the pool hall (which will henceforth be referred to as The Palo)and I won't miss much in the way of NBA playoff action and the valuable insights Charles Barkley spins on TNT. Cox cable can't be the sole patsy for this whole blog thingy though. It actually started when I woke up this morning and realized I threw my back out while playing with Droan last night. Being thirty is funny. The day got better when I checked the mail and received a belated birthday package from one of my oldest and bestest friends. The letter he wrote made me a bit teary-eyed and reminded me of the the ways in which time and distance are rendered somewhat meaningless. Perhaps this can be a way to let my friends know why I don't write or call as often as I should, even if the blogging forum feels a little cold. I also figured this might be a somewhat creative way to deal with the stress and terror of opening a pool hall...yeah right. I'm going to be a head case for the foreseeable future, believe that.

This picture from a couple of Sundays ago made me smile. It was taken the morning after a Holopaw show in St. Augustine. Satchel let us crash at his beach house, we drank and Matt did a great Dorf routine.

I'll try and make this more interesting, I swear, I'm just getting my feet wet.