Halloween Party at Game On

Halloween parties are often the same old mess. You know,.. the costumes, the music, the gossip, the hard truth and the vicious lies that get passed out and spread around like Halloween candy for eager, if not perverse consumption.

Given the past two weeks I was surprised that the Halloween party at Game On didn’t involve any catfights, hospitalizations or law enforcement. In fact, the Halloween party was quite mellow and a lot of fun.

Krizz’ee was behind the bar with her 60’s fringe leather flower child costume, meanwhile Slim put on the hockey mask between working backup, hauling the beer to the bar.

Poppy J laid out a spread with notable donations of fine culinary delights offered up by some of the regulars who can actually cook. There was plenty of food, Sandwiches, heroes, and yes candy of all types. It was so crowded I had to sit in the booth, in the back, in the corner, in the dark. But I did have company.

Even though there was much entertainment on the T.V.’s all over the bar, everybody was making their own entertainment in the way of photo’s, sing-a-longs and of course, a contest for the best costume. I’m not sure but I think Yaega won with her witch costume (but it really wasn’t different from what she usually wears), the broomstick with glitter and lubrication jelly on it did make me wonder (there was no broom on the stick).

I spoke to almost everybody for a few moments, some folks I spoke to for a while longer. One of them was Uncle Jim. Uncle Jim is the last holdout of the Old Corner Tavern now 1762 Broadway, which is allegedly up for sale. Mr. E has run that establishment straight into the toilet. All the world now waits for someone to push the handle to effect the final flush. Uncle Jim said that Mr. E. approached him and Dorn (Old Airborne Soldier) on purchasing the place.

Uncle Jim said the number asked by Mr. E. could not even be jokingly conceived by a crack addict. Uncle Jim didn’t even make a counter offer due to what he knows is going on in the place.

(Cops, Insurance Agents, the DEC, the Alcohol Beverage Control Board, and the IRS are probably Mr. E’s real partners). I asked Uncle Jim to look at the crowd at Game On and tell me if he saw anybody he knew and he said “everybody”.

I asked Uncle Jim, “why not be where your people are?” He agreed.

So I now close with highlights, photos and film of the party some of you missed.

Enjoy.

RJ

Right Place - Wrong Space

“What are you so worried about RJ?” N.F. asked this question while the look of guilt and consternation was still on my face after telling him of my ‘encounter’.

“Look, its not like she didn’t want you to do her, and she hasn’t called her friend in Tennessee to complain about you RJ.”

As I walked back and forth in N.F.’s barn thinking about what he said, it occurred to me that she could be on the phone right now calling Yaega Lee or even worse, this gets found out by Candy.

I sat on the wood stairs to the loft in the barn with my arms crossed on top of my head, rocking myself, trying to get calm trying to overcome the feeling of anxiety, the gloom of guilt and the anxst of shame for the weekend before. N.F. continued to talk while tuning up the old Caddy left by a friend. “Mindy is an exotic dancer, a Wall Street Trader and a sex addict…you worrying about tying her up, spanking her and making her come for half an hour is probably nothing new to her at all RJ. Shes been around.”

I turned to N.F. as he was putting in the spark plugs asking, “if you know something I don’t please tell me now.” N.F. said, “well what I wanna know is, if she told you to leave after she came like Niagra Falls what else did you do to her…you did untie her before you left, right?” I looked at N.F. wondering if he hadn’t been over to Mindy’s once or twice himself. “No, I didn’t have to…she untied herself” I said looking at the floor as N.F. ratcheted in another spark plug, laughing hysterically.

“Why the hell did you use the toys for if she was in the mood RJ?” “She was in the mood but she wasn’t quite as moist as we wanted at the moment, that’s why”, I said while holding my head in my hands as I sat on the stairs. “So what the fuck happened, RJ? Why does she go from hot to trot to dead stop after her world is rockin…were you rockin with her.?” “Look N.F. I didn’t get into her at all, I was using her toys on her as she directed and when I thought I would get to ride her, instead I got shown the door.”

“RJ, that begs the question, why didn’t you just jump on it? She likes it a little rough, according to Yaega, she even begs for the whip.” “According to Yaega, huh” I said while N.F. put in the last spark plug. “How many times do you think she came RJ?” “She squirted twice N.F.” “RJ, why didn’t you jump on that then? Is the problem her or you?” “OK, I was scared that I wouldn’t have enough gas to get her off, it would have been embarassing to get on and spill like milk and not shoot like a hose” I said in disgust.

“You need to see a few Doctor’s, one for your head and one for your dick” said N.F. as he took the wiring harness out of the box. “You might need one for your heart if you plan another session with Mindy or some of her twisted friends RJ.” “N.F., I said enough, I’m not going to get another phone call from Mindy… and her friends will spread all kinds of sick rumors.” Right then my phone goes off…its Mindy. “Hi Mindy, how are you?”

N.F. stopped what he was doing to listen to me talk. I stepped outside the barn, N.F. laughed as I walked out the door. “Did I upset you, Mindy…you were cold and even clinical.” “RJ, you were getting off on getting me off, but you didn’t want to be in me…I got that. Did you think I was filthy, did I…” I shouted “STOP” and proceeded to tell her about my insecurity. “I would have been embarrased if I didn’t last at least half an hour, the meds I take even with the ‘blue pill’ didn’t guarantee that Mindy.”

“I talked to Yaega RJ to see if she knew about anything going on in your world…I should have called you first.” “Yeah Mindy, now we’re gonna get about the same distribution as the New York Post.” “RJ, she won’t tell anybody, beside, I feel a lot better…sugar look…lets get together in about a couple of weeks and I promise I’ll cure you insecurity. OK?” “Yeah Mindy, talk to you later, I’m helping N.F. install some spark plugs.” “Sure you are RJ…bye sugar.”

As I hung up on Mindy I felt exposed, like I was walking naked through a formal dinner with my hands over my privates. I didn’t care about anything with Mindy except sex, now I was in absolute fear that this would circulate to Candy. I desperately wanted to kick myself in the ass. I got drunk over the next two days hanging out with N.F. when I did see my Doctor. I thought I had E.D. but it wasn’t.

I was in the exam room when the Doctor came in with the test results. As he went over them with me I was relieved that I didn’t have a problem with my ‘equipment’. The Doctor said, “Other than some signs of some sort of light scarring on the base of your…” “cut to the chase Doc, what do I have?” The Doctor took of his glasses and said as he looked me in the eye, ”Hypertension!” The Doctor said, "this directly effects a man’s libido.”

The Doctor continued, “About 40 percent of women and 30 percent of men experience sexual dysfunction.”[1]

“Research shows that the experience of sexual dysfunction is associated with many indicators of low personal and relational well-being among men, but even more so for women. Contrary to much debate over Viagra, sexual dysfunction is more of a serious psychological phenomenon, that is socially organized and generated. Your problem is the head on your shoulders, not the head in your pants.”

When I got the prescription and the referral I was half way to cured.

The good news was there was treatment for what I have. I also found new ways to ‘excite’ Mindy and was able to keep the fun going on and on. The bad news was while on a date with Candy I found out she knew what I did with Mindy. Candy made sure I was in no position to ‘resist’ her ‘chastising’ (rope burns and muscle strain) . When we get over the 50 year mark the warranty expires on our body, things don’t work like they used to. It’s good news to find out that some parts work just fine when fixed.

Even when being chastised!

RJ

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[1] The University of Chicago Chronicle, Researchers publish new study on sexual dysfunction; By William Harms
News Office; February 18, 1999, Vol. 18 No. 10

An Informal Toast

It’s been 9 months since Game On moved from the pit to the strip. The old 1762 Crowd has migrated to the place where all the survivors seem to gravitate, Poppy J’s New Game On, on Merrick Rd in Valley Stream. A lot is alleged to have happened in the past year at Mr E’s 1762, drug raids, dope sales and use in the bar, (stench of weed so thick you get a contact high walking in the door), date rapes, sexual intimidation and harassment of bartenders (fuck the boss for a shot at a good shift or work).

Since 1762 is no longer the place where the regulars from the neighborhood go, Game On has become the landing zone where good plain All American drinkers can congregate, relax, meet, greet and eat in a good atmosphere and a nicely appointed neighborhood bar and grill. Poppy J has a reliable set of bar tenders including Krizz’ee, Dot’tee, Reeta, and Yaega Lee. Poppy J has been working like a dog to make the place everything we expect and more.

One Monday afternoon I stopped in after a UFO conference with some of the brethren at the Landing Zone in upstate N.Y. I saw a bunch of faces I hadn’t seen in at least a year. Dorn, the old Army Airborne Soldier was there with Choe, Slim and RR (Mr. Freeze Unit). “Jarhead, you having the toast to Veterans this year” barked RR. Dorn chimed in, “Yeah, what about that, that was something special, is it gonna happen RJ?” I said, “ I talked to Poppy J, it’s up to him. I can’t do this without him or you guys helping out.”

(Some background here – Jack, owner of the old “Corner Tavern” let us have the first Informal Toast to the United States Marines back in 2007) I let the guys know what’s up, “I need help with food, transportation (no drunks driving home) and if Poppy J says OK, I need to know you’ll be there for the event.” I got a cursory OK from Dorn, the rest got quiet. Right then Poppy J walks in and greets all of the old crowd and Yaega’s dregulars. After me and Poppy had a long talk, I knew this was going to happen.

Poppy J became a citizen after years of study, hard work and love for all this country is. I talked to some of the Old Boy Vets that I knew after I met with Poppy. There is a ships bell we delivered to Poppy J for Game On along with a plaque from the Veterans of Combat and Foreign Service. Poppy was very moved by that gesture and had CB mount the bell and the plaque. Yaega constantly prodded Poppy about the bell, the event and the pool table until the bell was mounted. (Yaega is a Marine Brat, her Dad fought in WWII and Korea).

So it’s On! What’s the toast about, well it goes like this: 1) Be there Veterans Day, it goes from 6pm to Midnight. 2) From 8pm to 9pm were going to have several toasts that go in order 3) the order is a toast to 4) the United States Of America and the President Of The United States (out of respect for the office – no political commentary or disrespect), 5) Toast to Active Duty Service Members Worldwide, 6) Toasts To Veterans of All Services, 7) Toast To the United States Marine Corps and 8) Observing the POW/MIA’s.

This informal toast to the Marine Corps is also an acknowledgement of all Veterans and their service. I was asked by a few persons on a few occasions why ‘Marines’ what makes them so special? I made it plain, “before there was a United States there was a United States Marine Corps. The Marine Corps birthday is on the 10th of November, Veterans Day (observed after WWI) is the following day 11 November. Marines have always been first to fight.”

One individual had the nerve to say, “It’s all about you isn’t it, all about your glorious corps of Marines isn’t it?” I looked into the old brat’s face and said, “Not about me at all, but about those who went and didn’t come back!” I didn’t have time to give a history lesson at the moment so I promised to post a video about the Corps advertising the toast. I made two videos I hope you have a longer attention span than the individual I spoke to with A.D.D.

Call the Bar and let the bartender know your attending so Poppy has enough food for everybody. OK! After seeing the video below check this out at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPmkx7InqbU It ain't boring.



RJ