I met this guy one night out with friends. We have been talking on the phone and texting for awhile and finally got together for the first time last night. We went to a sports bar for some dinner and drinks, and while we were sitting at the bar and getting to know each other, he slipped his arm around the back of my bar chair, and it sort of touched my back, then he grabbed my knee as he was joking about something. Then, later on, some really cute guys walked in and they kept staring at me, and he was like "I am going to crack their heads in." I didn’t even notice the guys were staring at me until my date pointed it out to me and was all defensive and territorial about me. I was having a really good time with him until his body language and the comments about those guys occurred.

I’ve been searching all over the internet to find a bar tending portal table. Where can I find them?

Note: not pub dinning room table, but the tables used to serve drinks where one side is to store drinks and the other to serve drink such as in a traditional bar.

Is the furniture even called pub table?

Here’s the layout of the American Legion, where I will be having both the ceremony and the reception at.

http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k145/edockens17/AmericanLegionReceptionHallLayout2.jpg

It’s alot bigger than most of the American Legions I’ve been to.I have labeled what is what so people can get a general idea on where everything is at.

Here is the layout of which I will be having my chairs:

http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k145/edockens17/AmericanLegionReceptionHallLayoutch.jpg

I have 154 people on my guest list all together. There’s 28 people that will be standing up by us (the bridal party). That leaves 126 guests. I decided to put the chairs on the dance floor. I only have 90 chairs shown on the picture above. Should I have the exact amount of chairs layed out or will 90 chairs be enough? Considering the tables and chairs (where people will be eating at) is on the other side, I figured if anyone needed more chairs they could sit and watch the wedding from there. Is that too tacky? Also, the long rectangle is a bar where I will be having my food set up at and the drinks. In order not to see that while having the wedding, we have a curtain set up to where you can’t see it (food and all). Is that nice?

Here’s a picture of the tables and chairs layout for the reception:

http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k145/edockens17/AmericanLegionReceptionHallLayoutta.jpg

There’s an empty place in the upperright corner where mine and my fiance’s table will be. I have 18 tables in all and these tables sit eight to a table. That equals up to be 144 guests that will be able to sit down and eat comfortable. Do you think I need anymore tables and chairs?

Any other opinions would be nice! Thanks to all who reads this and helps me out. Please don’t bash me about where I’m having it at. It’s plenty big and I’m not changing my mind, but I do have an open mind when it comes to decorating it and setting it up. Thanks again! =]
Oh, yes! There’s alot of kids that will be attending. I have nine brothers and sisters in total and around 25 nieces and nephews (there’s so many, I can’t keep up with them lol). That’s a good suggestion on having a kids table. I think I’m going to do that.

Also, I’m redoing the layout to where there will be more than enough chairs for both the ceremony and reception. Thanks to all! =]

ok please forgive me if like this doesnt make sense(: ok so i was a friends party and they were doing karoeke and i heard this song i liked and here is what i remember of the lyris. (its kind of country style) It starts out with him saying how a girl is in his seat/chair/barstool or something in a bar and he starts talking to her and they get drinks and a song comes on and he says he like it and they start to dance and i think tthe last of the lyrics goes along the lines of " to tell you the truth that wasnt really my barstool" i know probobaly none of that made sense but i would reeeealy apreciate it if someone could help me thanks. Thanks so much(:

My boyfriend does not drink at home and only drinks when he goes out with his friends, but most times when my boyfriend goes out, he gets smashed, to the point where someone has to help him into the house.

A couple of months ago, we had a series of weddings and birthdays to attend. At a birthday party, he got really drunk, almost got into a fight with someone in a bar. At a wedding, he got really really drunk, made a little scene and passed out again when he got home. A week later at another wedding where he was a groomsman, he got so drunk that he made a scene, threw chairs, and some other stuff.

Now, after the last wedding, he said he was never going to get like that again (upon threat of a break up). Since then, he hasn’t drank, which I was really proud of and happy for. I knew that he would eventually drink again, but I thought he would be better.
Last night, we went to dinner with his bro and cousin, we had a few drinks and then went back to his house and (cont.)
and he had a few more drinks with his brother. After than, he was pretty buzzed and went out with his friends that same night to go drink.
I get a call at 5 am from his friend saying that he’s passed out and he needs somewhere to stay. So he comes over and we both have to carry him in my house.

Now he tells me today that he had no more than 2 drinks and he got that drunk from what he drank prior to that.

I am upset that he drank to that point and am concerned that he is turning into an alcoholic. But he doesn’t drink unless he goes out.

He doesn’t think anything is wrong with it and that I am over reacting. Also, the fact that I bring up what happened at the wedding is like throwing it in his face.
I dont want to break up with him so please don’t tell me that.

His arguement is that he was well behaved, didn’t fight, and had a DD.
Mine is that his first time out should not have lead to passing out, that he should have showed me he can not reach that point.
I am concerned that this will lead to alcoholism and that he is so easy to dismiss passing out yesterday.

The package we went with is going to cost 2300.So basically we are getting the tables,centerpieces,table cloths and chair covers,tea and coffee bar.That’s it.Is this a good deal?
The package doesn’t include food or drinks.

http://www.enchantedgardens-events.com

Sorry I forgot to include the website.Just waking up.

I have had this dream multiple times throughout the last year. Details aren’t exact, but they are all similar.

I am in a bar with my best friend, having drinks. However, we are under water. The bar, the tables, chairs, and such, we are even breathing under water. We are standing at a table talking, and we decided to go out on the back patio for a smoke (still underwater) and this chinese guy starts talking to me while we are on the patio and I can tell he is acting very interested. All of a sudden, a purple rabit wearing a suit (like a cartoonish rabbit) is swimming by and swims to the shore, which happens to be right out side the patio at the underwater bar. I take off after him, get on shore and follow him, running, down a road, yelling "Beau, wait, wait for me." (Beau is my boyfriend in reality.) Then I wake up.

Can you make any sense of that?

I would like to purchase a table/stand to put against a wall in my foyer to make drinks/store a carafe on (with Scotch or Bourbon), but I am not sure of the correct term for such a piece of furniture, and searches for "home bar", "drink stand", and "cocktail table" have not yielded the results I’m looking for. I have noticed such tables in various TV shows and think they make a nice accent piece.

Does anyone know the formal name of this piece of home decor, and where I might purchase one?

Thanks!

If you choose starving artist, you can live in camgrounds and hitch trains across the world and paint and sing and dance and cry and love life and eat sunflower seeds and dye your hair green, make music, just you will have to work a lot of shifts and volunteer everywhere.

If you choose wealthy corporate consultant. There are rules. You must report to work in the company office Monday-Friday, 7AM to 9pm. You will be very busy, you must wear a leather jacket and have a fine brief case. You must act professional. You must be clean cut or your clients will notice, and if you slack off you will be out the door.
You will earn ,000/year, you will be playing catch-up on almost every weekend including week days. And in spare time you will have to invest social time to colleagues, which means you will have to buy them drinks at bars…..we’re talking 0 dollars worth of drinks. To fit the mold, you will need to live near the office, and your home will be visited by clients and must appeal to the corporate culture as well. It will be a king-size bed however, expensive furniture, fine linens.

Which do you choose? The Starving Artist or Wealthy Corporate Consultant?
In this exceptional scenario, I will add another rule to Wealthy Corporate Consultant.

if you are an EX-Wealthy Corporate Consultant (who slacks and gets laid off), you can NEVER become Starving Artist….the rule is you become overqualified for every job thereafter that the starving artist can use to work shift

should put a coma in the sentence and remove the first and “Answering with a quick nod, I left the kitchen, grabbed my suitcase and a couple of boxes and once again began to walk up the stairs.”

Also telll me what you think about this :

Once I found myself near the kitchens entrance, I quietly walked in to find that my dad was already standing in front of the kettle and waiting for it to boil.
“Hey Dad, can I have a coffee?” I asked, as I walked over to the kitchen counter and sat down on one of the stools, facing him. As if he was some kind of weird robot, he instantly span around and smiled as he helped himself to a small chocolate.
“Sure Chez, oh hey your boxes are just near the door, so once you’ve done unpacking you can go out and look around,” he remarked, sounding extremely cheerful. A smile slowly stretched its way across my face as he turned back around to make our drinks. It was just so amusing to see how excited my dad behaved in this kitchen as if the whole thing was made out of diamond. “So tomorrow, I’m going to head into the city and buy some more furniture,” he remarked as he quickly gave the almost empty living room a funny look and then finished mixing our coffees.
“Don’t you work tomorrow?” I asked curiously, as he passed me my steaming hot cup. Somehow finding what I had said to be amusing, my dad sat down and started to chuckle. As I didn’t want an answer for this weird behavior, I raised my one of my eyebrows and started to drink my well needed drink.
“Unlike you, I’m lucky and don’t have to go back to work until Tuesday,” he replied as he helped himself to a second chocolate whilst throwing me another one in the process. Not really bothered about my fathers extra days holiday, I slipped the purple wrapped chocolate in my jeans pocket for later. As it was, I was actually looking forward to starting the new school tomorrow. I knew that I would receive some strange looks at first, as I’d be the new kid but again the thought didn’t seem to bother me. The only thing that I was interested in, was whether I was going to fit in or not.
“I’m going to go and unpack then,” I remarked as I stood up and put my cup into the open dishwasher.
“That’s cool, just make sure you tell me when your going out,” remarked dad as he began to read his fishing magazine. Answering with a quick nod, I left the kitchen, grabbed my stuff and started to walk up the stairs.
Once again in my room, I opened the boxes and realized that I didn’t have much to unpack. After I had rearranged my many music posters, Cd’s and books all around the room, I started to empty my fully packed suitcase. Just like my other possessions, sorting out my clothes took no time at all and in just a few seconds, everything was neatly put away. As I finished, I stood in the middle of the room and began to admire my great work. Pleased with what I had done, I smiled and made my way down to the living room.
“I’m going to check out the beach,” I remarked as I attempted to untie the small knot in my laces. Finally managing to remove the knot, I stood up to see why he hadn’t replied. It was only until I looked towards the TV area, that I saw him fast asleep in one of the leather chairs. So after finding a spare pen, I quickly wrote a note explaining where I had gone and when I’d be back.

should I put a coma in the sentence and remove the first and “Answering with a quick nod, I left the kitchen, grabbed my suitcase and a couple of boxes and once again began to walk up the stairs.”

Lastly what do you all think of this? :

Once I found myself near the kitchens entrance, I quietly walked in to find that my dad was already standing in front of the kettle and waiting for it to boil.
“Hey Dad, can I have a coffee?” I asked, as I walked over to the kitchen counter and sat down on one of the stools, facing him. As if he was some kind of weird robot, he instantly span around and smiled as he helped himself to a small chocolate.
“Sure Chez, oh hey your boxes are just near the door, so once you’ve done unpacking you can go out and look around,” he remarked, sounding extremely cheerful. A smile slowly stretched its way across my face as he turned back around to make our drinks. It was just so amusing to see how excited my dad behaved in this kitchen as if the whole thing was made out of diamond. “So tomorrow, I’m going to head into the city and buy some more furniture,” he remarked as he quickly gave the almost empty living room a funny look and then finished mixing our coffees.
“Don’t you work tomorrow?” I asked curiously, as he passed me my steaming hot cup. Somehow finding what I had said to be amusing, my dad sat down and started to chuckle. As I didn’t want an answer for this weird behavior, I raised my one of my eyebrows and started to drink my well needed drink.
“Unlike you, I’m lucky and don’t have to go back to work until Tuesday,” he replied as he helped himself to a second chocolate whilst throwing me another one in the process. Not really bothered about my fathers extra days holiday, I slipped the purple wrapped chocolate in my jeans pocket for later. As it was, I was actually looking forward to starting the new school tomorrow. I knew that I would receive some strange looks at first, as I’d be the new kid but again the thought didn’t seem to bother me. The only thing that I was interested in, was whether I was going to fit in or not.
“I’m going to go and unpack then,” I remarked as I stood up and put my cup into the open dishwasher.
“That’s cool, just make sure you tell me when your going out,” remarked dad as he began to read his fishing magazine. Answering with a quick nod, I left the kitchen, grabbed my stuff and started to walk up the stairs.
Once again in my room, I opened the boxes and realized that I didn’t have much to unpack. After I had rearranged my many music posters, Cd’s and books all around the room, I started to empty my fully packed suitcase. Just like my other possessions, sorting out my clothes took no time at all and in just a few seconds, everything was neatly put away. As I finished, I stood in the middle of the room and began to admire my great work. Pleased with what I had done, I smiled and made my way down to the living room.
“I’m going to check out the beach,” I remarked as I attempted to untie the small knot in my laces. Finally managing to remove the knot, I stood up to see why he hadn’t replied. It was only until I looked towards the TV area, that I saw him fast asleep in one of the leather chairs. So after finding a spare pen, I quickly wrote a note explaining where I had gone and when I’d be back.

This is quite a long story so bear with me.

I’m a confident and self-assured 25 year old male and I love meeting new people. I decided to join a website to do precisely that and I met up with them last night. It was great.

Prior to the meet, a friend of mine phoned me. He’s from my old work place. He’s a little strange but generally a decent bloke. I agreed to meet him in town for a couple of drinks. In the pub, I told him that I was going to a meet at another pub and asked if he wanted to come. He agreed.

When I got to the pub, I introduced myself to everyone one by one. The first impressions were great. I mingled with everyone and went from group to group as there was a large number of people. However, every time I looked in my friend’s direction, he was sitting on a stool in between two people having a conversation and not making any attempt to converse. He looked awkward, miserable and had a face like thunder.

A minute later, he went to the bar and came back with two very expensive cigars. He told me to go outside and smoke with him. I didn’t really want to but went anyway. I also asked a girl in the group if she wanted to come outside. She agreed. As we were exiting, my friend said very loudly that the crowd was boring and that he wasn’t enjoying himself. I was embarrassed in front of the girl but did my best not to show it.

About 30 minutes later, we decided to leave for a different bar. My friend said he would meet us there later. He did and his behaviour became worse. The bar we were in had an excellent live band who sang Jimi Hendrix, Marvin Gaye and James Brown covers. We were all enjoying the music, I was dancing with the girls and having really excellent chats with the guys in the group. However, my friend started loudly shouting that the band are crap and they are massacring Jimi Hendrix.

He then sat in the corner looking miserable and I asked him what was wrong. He said that the night hasn’t lived up to his expectations and that he wanted to leave.
He then asked if I was leaving too. I told him I wasn’t compromising my evening for him and that if he’s not having fun, he can leave. He duly did. Once he left, everyone commented on how strange he was. Some were offended at his behaviour and the sensitive ones in the group felt they had done something to offend him.
I simply said I didn’t know what was up and carried on having a great night.

However, despite having such a fantastic evening, my friend’s behaviour has left a bitter taste in my mouth. I’m not sure why he did what he did but it was unacceptable. I’m certainly not taking him out to meet my new friends again.

Any idea why he did this? I appreciate any feedback. Thanks.

SO i had this dream, I was with old co worker, whom I was friends with. We all use to go out before for drinks and what not. Well i quit that job and i don’t talk to any of them anymore really. However, i kind of miss them, and in this dream, It was pretty much all 10 of us out in some sort hut/ranch like place, with loud music a bar chairs the whole restaurant feeling. Very nice, looked like a beach somewhere. Well I remember kissing this girl i really like let’s call her ‘Lauren’ and it made me soo happy inside,havent had that feeling a in a looong time, she hasn’t talk to me since i left there. i did call her once and she never called me again. I still have dreams about her. but this one man, that was a close one. i want to thank you all for looking and before hand if anyone can help that would be great thanks!

1. slurring words

2. rambling or unintelligible
conversation

3. incoherent or muddled speech

4. loss of train of thought

5. not understanding normal
conversation

6. difficulty in paying attention

7. unsteady on feet

8. swaying uncontrollably

9. staggering

10. difficulty walking straight

11. cannot stand or falling down

12. stumbling

13. bumping into or knocking over
furniture and people

14. lack of co-ordination

15. spilling drinks

16. dropping drinks

17. fumbling change

18. difficulty counting money
or paying

19. difficulty opening doors

20. inability to find one’s mouth
with a glass

21. rudeness

22. aggression

23. belligerent

24. argumentative

25. offensive

26. bad tempered

27. physically violent

28. loud/boisterous

29. confused

30. disorderly

31. exuberance

32. using offensive language

33. annoying/pestering others

34. overly friendly

35. loss of inhibition

36. drowsiness or sleeping at a bar
or table

37. vomiting

38. drinking rapidly

Jesus goes into a bar and sits at a table in the corner.

An Australian, an Irishman and a Liverpudlian are in the bar. They’re
staring at the man sitting by himself, at a table in the corner. He’s so
familiar, and not recognising him is driving them mad.

They stare and stare, until suddenly the Irishman twigs: ‘My God, it’s
Jesus!’

Sure enough, it is Jesus nursing a pint. Thrilled, they send him over a
pint of Guinness, a pint of Fosters and a pint of bitter.

Jesus accepts the drinks, smiles over at the three men, and drinks the
pints slowly, one after another. After he’s finished the drinks, Jesus
approaches the trio.

He reaches for the hand of the Irishman and shakes it thanking him for
the Guinness. When he lets go, the Irishman gives a cry of amazement: ‘My
God, the arthritis I’ve had for thirty years is gone. It’s a miracle!’

Jesus then shakes the hand of the Aussie, thanking him for the lager. As
he lets go, the man’s eyes widen in shock. ‘Strewth mate, the back pain
I’ve had all my life is completely gone! It’s a miracle.’

Jesus then approaches the Liverpudlian who knocks over a chair and a
table in trying to get away from the Son of God.

‘What’s wrong?’ says Jesus.

The Liverpudlian shouts, ‘F**k off, I’m on disability benefit!’