From: ua308@freenet.victoria.bc.ca (Andreas Tovornik)
Subject: Full Moon Friday Night Last
Organization: Camosun College, Victoria B.C, Canada
Date: Sat, 23 Jan 1993 19:46:28 GMT



I knew that things were a bit awry when I saw the postings to
this conference on Friday in the afternoon. Folks were a bit
quicker to get opinionated. I wondered why...

After putting the fire hose to a flame or two, I decided to
go to the lounge because nine hours at the terminal usually 
does that to me. Email was overflowing more than usual.

I got to the hotel and picked up an armload of firewood to
help stoke the real flames in the fireplace. Arriving in the
lounge, I was piling the firewood next to the hearth when a
non-regular, who was shooting darts, took them from my arm,
claiming that it was all going to fall. This was odd.

I thanked him, and took a seat at the bar to look into Tracy's
big, green eyes. They were a little more watery than usual.
She got me a pint of the cheap stuff while Mr. Military was
quietly sitting in the corner. Harold wasn't drunk yet, and
Al had a new haircut. Bizarre!

The two out-of-towners were finished with the darts, and so they
sat down at a table and started saying bad things about Vicky.
They talked about Toronto and Chicago. Other "sophisticated"
places were on their lips...

I joined them, and they were getting beyond the realm of the
reasonable somewhat. They were using swear words (!) in the
drummer's lounge!!!! They were also raising their voices...

Tracy runs a clean lounge, and I cringed with every time the
word "Fuck" was used. Trouble was brewing. I warned them both
that this is Vicky, and good folks don't curse in this town.
Would they listen to my words of caution? 

Tracy got wind of the curse words  and approached our table
in the manner of a cross schoolmistress. (She could be my
mistress any time, BTW...). She warned the two rowdies that
this is a respectable lounge. They ordered two more Kokanees.

About halfway through the round, there was more in the way
of an altercation: They got louder, and Trace cut them off.
She is the boss, after all(and a cuter boss there never was)
and was finished with tolerating such nonsense.

The bigger troublemaker protested, and so she took his beer
away(my heroine!!!). He got really obnoxious, and demanded his
money back. Tracy was calm and cool: She called TheBigDude
from upstairs!!!

TheBigDude from upstairs came downstairs, and solved the ugly
scene. He chucked the louder rowdy into the street. Vicky is,
after all, a respectable town. The quieter rowdy was talking
and going on about his place in North Ontario. Fehhh! He'sw a
wuss because he has, get this: Electricity and running water!!!

Everybody knows that RealMachoManlyHomesteadingMen go to the
crick for drinking water, take a dump in the backhouse, play
the Jew's harp for entertainment, and cook with cedar boughs.
The beer gets chilled in the flippin' well, I told him.

He used the "F" word agian, and Tracy(being a RealWoman[TM])
cut him off and asked him politely to leave. He got outathere
in order to get chucked out by TheBigDude...

I had to listen to Mr. Military's adventures in WW2 again.
When he went to the can, Trace and I talked about astrology.

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