so we go to the bowling alley in san carlos
to have acupulla cervezas and shoot some pool.
the wait staff sees us walk in, rushes up
to welcome us and asks what we'd like to drink.
"cervezas con limon!" i say.
"i want a shot of cuervo gold!" (mary)
"me too!" (four others in unison)
"and limes!"
"and salt!"
we tell them we want to play pool and julio brings
coins over. he explains that we just have to put five
two peso coins in the slots, push the lever, and
the balls will fall down ready to be racked.
he pays for our first game... "on the house, amigos."
harold grabs a cue stick and walks over to the
bar. he's trying to figure out how to say "do you
have any chalk?" in spanish...
"yo, dude... yo quiero el chalko bell".
the bartender points to the other pool table and
harold goes over to the other players and asks, in
english, if he can borrow their cue tip chalk. they
don't speak english, so he just grabs the chalk
off their table and they smile understandingly.
harold decides we're going to play team pool and he
chooses me as his partner because he thinks i can
shoot. wrongggg.
we manage to take the first game from rose and mary
with some slop shots and a couple of lucky breaks.
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some things i don't remember transpire and several
cervezas pass. it must have been an hour or two
because i remember looking into the urinal numerous
times. the competition is heating up and so is
the conversation. our multiple conversations become
louder and louder. louder than those at the next table...
louder than the cue ball bouncing off the table and
onto the floor... louder than the pins being knocked
down on the bowling lanes...
mary (divorced) is in the corner giving rose (married)
secret marital advice. harold and greg are getting very
serious about beating me and kathleen to the eight ball.
kath gets "tequila induced indignance" at the
testosterone trying to "win the game"... she grabs
the eight ball and stuffs it in the corner pocket...
she puts her arm on the table and slides most
of the rest of the balls toward her, making sure
they all go quickly into their holes.
greg and i take it in stride and go to the bar
for more two peso coins and tequilas. kath slinks
off to kiss mary and get her picture taken...
they both have that "I'M OUT OF ESTROGEN AND I
HAVE A GUN!" look on their pretty little faces.
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harold disappears unnoticed.
the next loud noise we hear is rose's voice,
"HAROLD! NO!"
he's walking back from the bowling ball rack
toward the pool table with a pink bowling ball.
he's got the look of a religious man on a serious
suicidal mission.
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we all get sober fast, grab the huge pink cue ball
from harold, leave a big tip on the pool table
and get the hell out of the bowling alley mucho
pronto.
disclaimer:
i'm probably just making this up.
i don't remember any of it. |
