The Deep South (Carolina)

In the parking lot of the gas station next door to Schooners this guy had a trailer set up and he was selling boiled peanuts. Melissa told me to go ask to try one because they're a big deal in the Deep South. It was a peanut in the shell boiled, and it was all mushy and gross. It was absolutely disgusting, and I spit it out on the ground.

I bet I played Silver Strike bowling more in this short weekend than I have in my entire life. I tweeted about playing the game, and Silver Strike Bowling started following me on Twitter. Even though I gave too many dollars to this evil machine, it wasn't all bad. But in the end I was able to raise my average as I kept on playing.

Since James and Melissa frequent this bar often, they have earned the right to make requests and have them fulfilled by the bartender. So what, you ask. That's a bartender's job. To serve. But this bartender was supposed to go above and beyond and make us Wisconsin-style bloody marys, but he failed. It turns out that only Wisconsin bartenders know how to make Wisconsin bloody marys. And I'm fine with that. We do it best.

In Episode #4 of the Pookcast, I talked about playing beer pong at this bar Schooners. Only then I couldn't remember the name. I said every "S" word I could think of, which eventually ended up with me saying, "Samsonite! I was way off..." This morning I took a picture of the bar so that I would remember the name of the bar this time.

I've spent so many times in my life as the featured guy in the picture (this website, Last Cup: Road to the World Series of Beer Pong) that I long to be that weirdo making faces in the background. My dream was realized when I stood behind James and Melissa in this picture, only I forgot to bring my goofy face. Damn it!

Melissa and I were teaming up to help control the deer overpopulation in the Northwoods, but somehow Melissa decided that I was the problem and turned the gun on me. I used my clever negotiating skills to talk her down, but it wasn't easy. Even though it was a fake gun, it still was pretty intimidating to be looking down the barrel of a plastic shotgun. I hope I never have to see the real thing. I'm not man enough to deal with that kind of shit. That's why I'm a writer. So that I can comfortable sit behind my computer screen and talk about that stuff.

We were the only people on this side of the bar, which was understandable for noon on a Sunday. There were a bunch of townies on the other side, but I guarantee that they weren't having as much fun as we were. I mean, who goes to a bar and sits at a bar stool and just drinks? There's a reason why there are games at bar like billiards, Silver Strike Bowling and Big Game Hunter. They are there to be played.

The first time that I ever held a real gun was yesterday when I was checking out all of Melissa's cop gear. The gun wasn't loaded, but it was still rather intimidating. I never have had the desire to shoot a firearm, but I love shooting video games. My favorite of all time is Area 51, but I have really gotten into Big Game Hunter ones because you get to shoot buffalo and elk. The Packers were playing against the San Francisco 49ers, but for some reason I wasn't too focused on the game today. It was probably because I was drinking PBRs and playing bar games.