Brains vs Brawn

I hung out with Rob, Chris, and Lisa tonight. We met up at Rob's and decided to go shoot some pool at Classic's on Portage. I thought pool was a very appropriate activity for the last day of Engineer week. I was also sporting my Google t-shirt which maybe made me look smarter but little else.

The place wasn't really busy when we arrived. I noticed a couple dressed in leather and jeans and wondered out loud if it was biker's night.

As the game got going and people were taking their shots, I was taking shots--with my camera that is--in between my turns. A middle aged guy at the table beside us stopped to ask, "hey, which one of you guys is Justin Timberlake; don't you just hate it when the paparazzi finds you?"

"He is," I said and pointed to Rob. "If you buy him a beer he'll even dance for you."

Not long after I was standing to the side when I found myself face to face with the old man bartender. "Hey, I've had some complaints," he said. "Are you takin' pictures of people?"

"Yeah, of my friends," I replied.

"Oh, well as long as it's only them," he said and left us alone.

I looked over at the Hells Angels Santa Claus and his bad perm job lady friend and suddenly wondered if I was going to get jumped and brass knuckled on the way out. I put the camera down for a while because I like my face the way it is thankyouverymuch. Maybe Vince is right, even St. James is on the wrong side of the river.

My billiards game is poor to say the least. Even still, I had a good time. Mostly I made things more interesting by dancing with my cue stick.

After pool we headed to Boston's Pizza for nachos and beer (yes, I made it out of the pool hall unscathed, in case you were actually worried).