Oh, the six demon bag!

Jack Burton: Terrific, a six-demon bag. Sensational. What's in it, Egg?

Egg Shen: Wind, fire, all that kind of thing!

Once upon a time there were Three Storms.

They had rotten attitudes. They would smash marketplaces and livestock all over the Chinese sector. You know, shake down immigrants in steamy streets cloaked in perpetual night...break windows in the local dry cleaner that didn't pay protection and so on. This sort of shit:

Well, la de da. Appearances notwithstanding they put on quite the show. This one in particular had a mean streak. Alas, all good things must come to an end. Where are they now?

Rain ended up moving a few subdivisions over from me apparently. I go over for yard/deck drinkin' from time to time. Not many henchmen end up in surburbia.

Fun fact: Rain can drink his weight in beer.

Class

Let's face it, who among us has it? To be fair, I know that the few of you that read us- are among the truly hip and 'with it' clique. The rest of us fall into the 'full of shit' clique. The line is quite thin.

Anyway. Approximately ten days to the opening of Latitude 35 in Market Square. We've blogged on it before, made mention of our friends in the know, and paid early visits. By Jupiter's Cock it should work. Apart from the main area, we are told by management that party rooms and banquet-style areas seating 50-150 are available for the right coin.

Dress is emphasized. I don't say it often, but let's get out the good clothes you damn mendicants.

Bar Surveillance

Just a personal observation, but I really think Sidestreet Tavern has a damn fine jukebox. Where else on a Sunday afternoon can you hear Orion by Metallica? RIP Cliff Burton.

Old Man Winter's Ass

Shit, it's been cold lately. Yes, even Knoxville is getting a taste of the winter lash and though we are not faring as poorly as those dipshit friends of ours in the frozen north(Vermont) and Midwest(Illinois) the mercury is pretty low. Drinking down here when the temps hit the teens is a pretty rare thing, so be sure you novice boozers to put on your juice jacket along with your real jacket and glug your way through it. Already we've put down several bottles of Bookers, Maker's, GJ, as well as dropping ranks of Jamesons and Tullamore Dew. It's not called the Whiskey Season for nothing.