Tubthumping in General

In June of 1999 I filed for divorce. And went on cruise.

I suppose you could call it a transitional phase of my life. It was only 6 months.

Most of the staff was at Danny’s Palm Bar on Coronado in Sand Diego. We were upstairs, playing pool.

I suck at pool. This gorgeous blonde sidled up by me, and we were partners. She was much better at pool than I was.

The women I attract. I am half way through my life and to this day I have no idea how this works. The ones I want I can’t seem to keep, and the one I am not interested in I can’t seem to get rid of. Story of my life.

Chrystal. Actually I don’t know how her name was spelled. Been a while.

I got her number. But she had to go, and we were some of the last at Danny’s. Great Carne Asada by the way.

Down at the bar there were a group of guys who were acting all pissy about the jukebox. I must confess it was ridiculously loud.

On the way out the door I put ten dollars in quarters, and programmed “Tubthumping” in over and over. Then we left.

My favorite bartender at Danny’s was a late 80s Penthouse pet. I wonder if she has forgiven me yet.

Haze grey and underway the next day.

Last updated January 10, 2018