Party Foul

I've been known in my day to... acquire things. (I also always forget the "c" in acquire, every time.) In college on the first day of classes I would wait to be the last person to leave, and I would collect all the pens and pencils I would need for the rest of the semester from around the lecture hall. I would on occasion I would go on double secret black ops (that's operations for you civilians). We would "acquire" all sorts of stuff: potted plants, tiki torches, trophies, small children. It was a blast!


Well, in a less than inebriated state my friend "Kermit" and I devised a plan. A sweet plan. At a local establishment that we frequent and poses a cover charge (which I despise anywhere) we decided we needed an 8 ball. I thought it would be a great addition to the 5 ball that Kris and I acquired from a pub in Grand Rapids, MI (a.k.a. G-Riggity). The 8 ball was held in my ball cap which was then placed in Kermit's pocket. All was going just perfect, and as we were leaving Kermit decided to strike up a conversation with one of the beer girls. Kermit was fiddling with my camera case from across the small tall top table. I saw it, gestured her to hand it to me, and the pass was made. As this happened I began to think... "if she was fiddling with that, what's next?... not... my ballcap?" Sure enough in the middle of her sentence about plane tickets to a Caribbean destination we were all alerted to the sound of the 8 ball bouncing on the floor behind her. Kermit's response: "What is that? A ball?" (Nice cover), she places the ball on the table... only for it to again fall... and bounce. (It is a very distinct sound mind you). She wrapped up the conversation returned the ball to the table, and we departed.

The rest of the evening included bursts of laughter, exclamations of embarrassment, and shouts of disbelief. Needless to say, it was one for the record books... or what we have coined as being "bloggable".