Mike "C." Bucuvalas, in a familiar pensive pose, will host this week.
With all the Scotch tasting and beer chugging that was going on last week, I figured I'd have myself a record-breaking night, what with nothing but Forbes' Clear Headed NA Tonic (raw honey, organic apple cider vinegar, filtered water) touching my lips. Instead, I was nodding out and got uncharacteristically clobbered.
Was it Bruce, who consumed my chips like an invasive microbe? Or was it Mike B's bold, almost quixotic, bluffing? Wolf the Concessionaire's incessant hawking of his jug of homemade swill before it spoiled on the spot? Or Dr. Pete's distracting plot to finish the night and out-bluster Mike with a royal flourish? Art's simple proximity? Bobaloo's distractive anecdotes (where's that clip of Julia playing Palin, by the way?)? The Jay Man's laid-back conviviality ("okay, raise it 50 cents then, not 50 dollars")? Or was it Samson, who the casino cameras caught giving secret signals to Dennis under the table?
Don't know, but I'm will to try to figure it out this week AT THE LOCATION INDICATED IN THE BOX TO THE TOP OF THE COLUMN TO THE RIGHT WHEREIN HENCEFORTH AND HERETOFORE (AS OF LAST WEEK) ALL LOCATIONS WILL BE RENDERED IN PLAIN ENGLISH. AND, AS A TEST, I HAVE INCLUDED A VISUAL AID FOR PROFESSORS AND THE LIKE FOR WHOM READING IS APPARENTLY A SECOND LANGUAGE.