CPC Smakk
Often to get things started right for our evenings out, we find it necessary to partake in shots at the bar or as I also have now named them - Crew Party Catalysts (CPC's for short). Knowing that a round of CPC's will heighten the level of our night, there is sometimes earlier discussion of banning our little friends from the evening to keep things under control. Let me demonstrate by an email chain between Loops & Big Wu yesterday morning concerning our little Thursday night happy hour:
Wu: no shots tonight (9:16am)
Loops: what about Jim Morrisons (9:16am)
Wu: no shots (9:17am)
Loops: yeah right (9:17am)
Wu: NONE (9:17am)
Loops: There will be six in front of us by 7:30 (9:17am)
Wu: I'm not doing one (9:17am)
Now enter Wu at his old stomping grounds of Champps Las Colinas 8 hours later kicking back double Crown & Diets and talking smakk with random barflies buzzing around the rail. No later than 6:15 pm and he says, "Let's do a round of Jim Morrisons!!!" If that wasn't enough, the best kicker to the tale is that Loops then shoves in his face a printed copy of the exact email chain from above. Classic stuff but I must say that "resolve" is not one of the Crew's finer qualities.
In a very uncharacteristic Smakk move, I actually nursed on my tall boy drafts last night and decided to engage in a more sober study of the affect to the CPC on the Crew. I was like Diane Fossey observing the gorillas from behind the mist of my Silver Bullet foam. The aggressive silverback, Big Wu, was leading the pack with dominant behavior such as the low punches to the nuts of the other males and screaming out chest beating calls to entering patrons like, "Moose Johnson in the house!!!" Loops MVP, the bachelor male mature of the tribe, was engaging in more subtle activity of wooing females from other groups. Not being able to directly approach his specified prey, he went to the female's friend to hijack her phone number for a later text assault fearing public rejection from her in front of the other tribe males. Then there was the chimpanzee like behaviors from young Sosa. Looking for acceptance from the tribe, Sosa decided to engage in more comical than aggressive actions to entertain the gorilla males. My favorite was the inversed smoking of a menthol cigarette which he then proceeded to swallow whole. As entertaining as the tribe became, young Sosa looked as though his bananas would be coming back up at any moment.
As more CPC's flowed through the group, calls of "saki bombs" rang out and the pack formed a plan to move down to Blue Fish. I took this moment to escape the night via the "I gotta hit the bathroom. Be right back" move, and let the tribe move out on it's own only to get "You Pussy" texts filling my phone for the remainder of the night....
Often to get things started right for our evenings out, we find it necessary to partake in shots at the bar or as I also have now named them - Crew Party Catalysts (CPC's for short). Knowing that a round of CPC's will heighten the level of our night, there is sometimes earlier discussion of banning our little friends from the evening to keep things under control. Let me demonstrate by an email chain between Loops & Big Wu yesterday morning concerning our little Thursday night happy hour:
Wu: no shots tonight (9:16am)
Loops: what about Jim Morrisons (9:16am)
Wu: no shots (9:17am)
Loops: yeah right (9:17am)
Wu: NONE (9:17am)
Loops: There will be six in front of us by 7:30 (9:17am)
Wu: I'm not doing one (9:17am)
Now enter Wu at his old stomping grounds of Champps Las Colinas 8 hours later kicking back double Crown & Diets and talking smakk with random barflies buzzing around the rail. No later than 6:15 pm and he says, "Let's do a round of Jim Morrisons!!!" If that wasn't enough, the best kicker to the tale is that Loops then shoves in his face a printed copy of the exact email chain from above. Classic stuff but I must say that "resolve" is not one of the Crew's finer qualities.
In a very uncharacteristic Smakk move, I actually nursed on my tall boy drafts last night and decided to engage in a more sober study of the affect to the CPC on the Crew. I was like Diane Fossey observing the gorillas from behind the mist of my Silver Bullet foam. The aggressive silverback, Big Wu, was leading the pack with dominant behavior such as the low punches to the nuts of the other males and screaming out chest beating calls to entering patrons like, "Moose Johnson in the house!!!" Loops MVP, the bachelor male mature of the tribe, was engaging in more subtle activity of wooing females from other groups. Not being able to directly approach his specified prey, he went to the female's friend to hijack her phone number for a later text assault fearing public rejection from her in front of the other tribe males. Then there was the chimpanzee like behaviors from young Sosa. Looking for acceptance from the tribe, Sosa decided to engage in more comical than aggressive actions to entertain the gorilla males. My favorite was the inversed smoking of a menthol cigarette which he then proceeded to swallow whole. As entertaining as the tribe became, young Sosa looked as though his bananas would be coming back up at any moment.
As more CPC's flowed through the group, calls of "saki bombs" rang out and the pack formed a plan to move down to Blue Fish. I took this moment to escape the night via the "I gotta hit the bathroom. Be right back" move, and let the tribe move out on it's own only to get "You Pussy" texts filling my phone for the remainder of the night....
posted by CaptSmakk @ 7:56 AM
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