Year after year and at the same time each year, I always attended the same convention in San Francisco, There were 2 other groups that met at the same time and we saw the same faces every year and each night for drinks. Several years into this cycle I noticed that the Happy Hour hors-d'œuvre sequence also rotated in the same order each year. Saturday, the eighth and final day of classes, there was always an attempted gathering for a couple of drinks with all of the calamari that you can eat. Since most of my group were Baptists, they kept a private stash of Mount Gay in their hotel rooms and did not like the calamari at all contending that it had a familiar fishy odor and they would not touch it. Although, these guys did always manage o grab some nuts from the bar to take to their rooms for one last treat before checkout. They were a solemn lot.
The first of the 2 remaining groups were Jewish Cantor's, Rabbi's and Mohel's who used these convention weeks to lead Karaoke nights, participate in an intercourse over The Importance of the First Coming or is it The Second", and, in general, sharpening their skill sets through practice. For their last Group session, an ample supply of Chopin Potato Vodka, Manischewitz and Shoko Besakit remained from a courtesy van visit to a clearance sale earlier in the week. Interestingly they would only order potato skins off the Bar Snack Menu. Our Jewish acquaintances always finished their week looking lighter for their time together.
Meanwhile, the third and last co-group for the week were always members of the local Catholic Archdiocese. Whatever happened during this contemplative time together, it was treated in the manner of a confessional during the day but continued with the bartenders in the evenings. The priest's brandished their favorite Knob Creek bourbon, Feckin Irish Whiskiy and they proved to be the only takers 0f the Saturday afternoon calamari with their only complaint being that they were unusually chewy.
The first of the 2 remaining groups were Jewish Cantor's, Rabbi's and Mohel's who used these convention weeks to lead Karaoke nights, participate in an intercourse over The Importance of the First Coming or is it The Second", and, in general, sharpening their skill sets through practice. For their last Group session, an ample supply of Chopin Potato Vodka, Manischewitz and Shoko Besakit remained from a courtesy van visit to a clearance sale earlier in the week. Interestingly they would only order potato skins off the Bar Snack Menu. Our Jewish acquaintances always finished their week looking lighter for their time together.
Meanwhile, the third and last co-group for the week were always members of the local Catholic Archdiocese. Whatever happened during this contemplative time together, it was treated in the manner of a confessional during the day but continued with the bartenders in the evenings. The priest's brandished their favorite Knob Creek bourbon, Feckin Irish Whiskiy and they proved to be the only takers 0f the Saturday afternoon calamari with their only complaint being that they were unusually chewy.