Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Wednesday - Sugar Baby Night

I have a new Wednesday night agenda. I meet some friends whom I have known for years at a martini bar for drinks. Although I have known them for years, it's the martini night that's new. Our new place is a bar called TEN which serves many different kinds of martinis our favorite of which is the Sugar Baby. I promised my cousin Zina I would find out what was in them and I did; but, three Sugar Babies later, I don't remember. I'll write it down next time, I promise.

Today, one of my Wednesday drinking buddies (we shall call her Party of the First Part) started the e-mail pony express to gather up the troops for the after-work excursion. I (Party of the Second Part) e-mailed immediately that I would be there. Party of The Third Part e-mailed us that he would join us but could only stay until 5:30 p.m.

Party of the First Part e-mailed me at around 4:45 p.m. to tell me that I should get downtown ASAP since Party of the Third Part could be there and possibly stay until 5:45 p.m. Being the good drinking friend that I am, I left work about five minutes early to beat the traffic and made it to TEN by 5:07 p.m. The other Parties were nowhere to be seen. I had two options. I could start drinking or walk up and down Crockett Street in the 90+ degree heat and look for them. Guess which option I chose.

So, I sat by a window overlooking downtown Beaumont and the Crockett Street parking lot with my Sugar Baby martini and Harry Connick, Jr. to serenade me. I found my bliss sitting right there in that bar. It was just me and Harry and the bartender and a 10-foot tall window until 5:30 p.m. when Party of the First Part arrived.

According to Party of the First Part, Party of the Third Part couldn't make it. Party of the First Part quickly caught up with me Sugar Baby wise and, although we only stayed until 6:30 p.m. we squoze in enough gossip to hold us until next Wednesday.

Is squoze a word?


Susan in St. Paul said...

No, I think it is squeezed not squoze. Just out of curiousity, do I know any of the parties besides yourself?

I am just washing clothes, clearing up the closet annex (ie. the couch) and watching films tonight.

Dick said...

Squoze is a word I hardly ever (never) use, but it is challenging to prounounce. I personally like squoozengfeldomshikstiz. That is Fogoaemian for "I don't know where my bathroom is located, but I know I need to use yours. Please. Thank you." Another day in Beaumont. What can I say? I moved here!

Lorna said...

sQUOZE is definitely a word. It means to make something fat fit in a tight place, or in the case of gossip, to speak quickly and maliciously until the party of whom you are speaking arrives on the scene.

Laurie said...

Susan - You do indeed know one of the parties. What is more appropriate for a Sophisticated International Playboy than a martini bar?

Dick - Fogoaemian! Hahahahaha!!!! I love the definitionarian, too. You should write a dictionarian!

Lorna - Man, I squoze gossip all the time. Excellent definition!

Shelli said...

sure it's a word! of course so is fixin' to and gonna. Believe it or not where I went to high school I could use those words in my english papers...sad, huh? I know where Crockett Street is. I've been there a few times...saw TByrd there @ a Toys for Tot's concert a couple years ago. I was also there in March...I can't remember the name of the place. It was upstairs..they served drinks and food and was a few doors down from Dixie's Dancehall.

Marinade Dave said...


OldHorsetailSnake said...

I'm pretty sure it's a word. Like in, "Me and my main squoze went out drinkin' Sugar Babies and got mezzed up."

Laurie said...

Shelli - I think you were in the Star Bar. Crockett Street is great fun! I love it.

Marinade Dave - Bless you.

Old Horsetail - My main sqoze! I like the sound of that.

Susan in St. Paul said...

I am betting I know the party that no showed.

Laurie said...

Susan - Yeah, but he made up for it Friday night. :)