Drunk hillbillies on election night. And no the camera wasn't shaking. That's how we really look.
Grayson a hi-larious review of the night.
Showing posts with label Manuels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manuels. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Time For Electioning! Time Fer Drankin!
Time to head to the headquarters for some beer and some results.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Manuels At 50
One of my regular watering holes is celebrating its 50th anniversary this week. Manuels is the third oldest bar in Atlanta (I refuse to count Atkins Park). Most of Atlanta history and a significant chunk of griftdrift history has passed through these walls.
Seems like a good time to bring back this recent Manuels story.
If you are in Atlanta this week, you should stop by for cheap beer and cheap hot dogs. You may even see a certain blogger there today, tomorrow, thursday....
Happy Birthday Manuels!
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Final Thoughts
Democrats.
Throw better parties!
You are supposed to be the fun people! The we don't care how often we lose, where's the booze party!
Manuels. Alledged cerebral cortex of Atlanta Democrats, other than a drive by take out order flash of Tom Houck and few personal friends? Nothing.
It was a good time but COME ON PEOPLE!
Scott Holcomb's party at Twains?
Worse than nothing!
I know your wife is pregnant and you were getting pasted but COME ON! By 10:30 nothing on the TV by the Braves and the usual regulars I know! Nary a party person in site!
I look forward to many invitations to the behind the scene orgies in the fall election to make it up to griftdrift.
In the meantime, there were some primaries today and you should visit all the major sites to find results. In the meantime, I am drinking one more beer, going to bed and in the morning, maybe, just maybe, I will have something else to say.
Throw better parties!
You are supposed to be the fun people! The we don't care how often we lose, where's the booze party!
Manuels. Alledged cerebral cortex of Atlanta Democrats, other than a drive by take out order flash of Tom Houck and few personal friends? Nothing.
It was a good time but COME ON PEOPLE!
Scott Holcomb's party at Twains?
Worse than nothing!
I know your wife is pregnant and you were getting pasted but COME ON! By 10:30 nothing on the TV by the Braves and the usual regulars I know! Nary a party person in site!
I look forward to many invitations to the behind the scene orgies in the fall election to make it up to griftdrift.
In the meantime, there were some primaries today and you should visit all the major sites to find results. In the meantime, I am drinking one more beer, going to bed and in the morning, maybe, just maybe, I will have something else to say.
The Results Show
After much, much ruminating, I have decided to make one of my second homes my roost to watch the exit polls roll in.
Manuel's fits like an old shoe and there's certain to be activist / pols / drunk crazies to eavesdrop on.
I'll be perched on a bar stool for a few hours so if you can figure out who I am stop by and say hi. I might even give you my real name.
Manuel's fits like an old shoe and there's certain to be activist / pols / drunk crazies to eavesdrop on.
I'll be perched on a bar stool for a few hours so if you can figure out who I am stop by and say hi. I might even give you my real name.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Gorgeous Ladies of Comedy
No, not Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling, you Atlanta freaks! Gorgeous Ladies of Comedy.
I met a couple of these young ladies at Manuel's Tuesday. I may or may not go to their show tonight but I thought I would do my good deed of the week and give them a plug.
Let us show you what's so fun about being female! That's right, Atlanta's
only all-female comedy troupe is bringing you their own brand of irreverent
improv
Boy meets girl show with Diversionary Tactics
Date: Friday, April 14 Time: 8 p.m.
Admission: $10
Location: Manuel's Tavern
This show is general admission
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Overheard At Manuel's
I stopped into a favorite watering hole, Manuel's, last night. Ostensibly to drink a beer and unwind. Actually looking to run into Vernon Jones and interrogate him on this whole running for congress rumor. Manuel's is a great spot for run-ins with local pols.
Sadly, no Vernon. But I did hear a great story that I would like to share. Names are changed to protect the not so innocent.
A gentleman related that he and his ex-wife had been living together for several years. They had been married but after divorce and brief separation they re-coupled. However, they never legally remarried. The wife came up with the idea that for legal reasons such as health care they should probably get married again. The husband agreed and they drove to visit the local magistrate.
Now, unless you are gay, getting hitched in Georgia is ridiculously easy. It takes about 10 minutes and it's usually in the same place you obtain a gun permit. I kid you not.
The couple in question, after filing the appropriate paperwork, were shepherded into a court room with several other expectant about to be newly weds. As the man at Manuel's described the process, the judge calls out the names of the intended, they rise from their spot, some legal mumbo jumbo and voila! Married.
So the judge went around the room calling out Alan Williams and Jill Smith, Fred Jones and Ethel Rogers, Derrick Murphy and Elizabeth Jordan and so on and so on.
Then he got to the couple of the story.
The judge called out, "John Campbell and Betty Campbell".
He peered up over his spectacles and inquired of the couple, "Brother and sister?"
There was much laughter in the courtroom. There was much laughter at the bar last night. Great thing about bars. Even if you go in looking for one thing, you usually come out with another.
Sadly, no Vernon. But I did hear a great story that I would like to share. Names are changed to protect the not so innocent.
A gentleman related that he and his ex-wife had been living together for several years. They had been married but after divorce and brief separation they re-coupled. However, they never legally remarried. The wife came up with the idea that for legal reasons such as health care they should probably get married again. The husband agreed and they drove to visit the local magistrate.
Now, unless you are gay, getting hitched in Georgia is ridiculously easy. It takes about 10 minutes and it's usually in the same place you obtain a gun permit. I kid you not.
The couple in question, after filing the appropriate paperwork, were shepherded into a court room with several other expectant about to be newly weds. As the man at Manuel's described the process, the judge calls out the names of the intended, they rise from their spot, some legal mumbo jumbo and voila! Married.
So the judge went around the room calling out Alan Williams and Jill Smith, Fred Jones and Ethel Rogers, Derrick Murphy and Elizabeth Jordan and so on and so on.
Then he got to the couple of the story.
The judge called out, "John Campbell and Betty Campbell".
He peered up over his spectacles and inquired of the couple, "Brother and sister?"
There was much laughter in the courtroom. There was much laughter at the bar last night. Great thing about bars. Even if you go in looking for one thing, you usually come out with another.
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