one lonely success

last week, mandy, rafa, juanito and i got together to play some pool. i know what you’re thinking, “but jeffcarter.net, you don’t know how to play pool!” you are correct. however, the kids went easy on mandy and i and our team even managed to win a game. (that’s right rafa, i havent forgotten).

the pool hall had this great jukebox and rumor has it that rafa drove all around town looking for a jukebox that was stocked to his approval. everyone was pumping standard pool-hall-fare until i decided to drop some weezer on the unsuspecting. selections from the blue album had the kids rocking like they just didn’t care–at least that’s the way i remember it.

rafa took a bunch of pictures and through the magic of the internets, i’ve stolen them for your consumption. you can find the best-of-the-best here.

everyone had a great time and by the end of the night, we had forgotten that we were actually there to play pool. i learned that rafa doesnt believe in science and that juanito likes to communicate at level four. we closed the place down exchanging metaphysical war stories and sharing our own delusions of grandeur. yes, it was that deep. i’m talking level three shit.