Well, what better place to have a retirement party than Junior's Tavern. Hell, I'd be there on a Saturday afternoon anyway. So, with Greg, Tom, and Randy's help, we pulled it off, including Junior's regulars, old friends, work mates, and #1 babe all joining in on the fun. (Click on pics for larger images).
Camera Girl was there to take these shots.
Choosing an outfit took a bit, but this seemed a popular combo... expressing my anarcho-commie-Darwinian leanings...
The world's greatest DJ arrived to great acclaim...
From work, my buddy Bill showed up with his son Mat, who refused a beer since he had a child care gig later that day and didn't want to hear "you smell like my grandpa"...
More Junior's regulars...
The Mingo Man slid off his Bar X stool to wander over to Junior's for a beer on me...
Brett brought me his wife... I gave him a present in exchange...
John Paul and I are plotting the takeover of the local music scene...
More guys...
More babes...
More bar...
Dan brought his beautiful wife down for a toast, But I think she just spied her uncle coming in the door...
Some old guys (lunch anytime, Michael), the retirement financial consultant, and the distinguished barrister and his wife...
Lots more folks from work showed up. I really didn't want to do the usual retirement fete at the office building with the shitty chicken salad sandwiches and the red punch and the sugar cookies... if I do sugar, I want it distilled! And if I'd known I was working with such hard core drinkers, I'd probably called for offsite staff meets!
And, yes, I've modified my will in your favor, Michelle...
I loved the way Anna whipped out her vibrator every time I called about an order... I'd like to think I have that effect on women... or was she thinking of hubby???
Annette is a saint... and wasted no time moving into my window cubicle... Bill will be so lonely... or does he get the new babe?
Stucki made it... and somewhere in this collection of photos is Denise... although it took me finding a shot of Patron to get her settled in...
And Matt... did he give up his usual Saturday feast and wine blowout? or just continue it...
Tom, the usual Saturday bartender, took the day off to join in the festivities...
And what better proof does anyone need that drinking red wine at Junior's makes you gay?
Finally, thanks to everyone who showed up, or emailed congrats. I appreciated this event more than you can know. Let's stay in touch... you know where to find me...
Oh, and I can't forget Lacey... who anchored this event, kept things together, and gave me a ride home (what a ride!). I hope retirement allows me the time to appreciate all you do for me.
Onward and upward... (and I've passed the 72 hour, Chuck Butler mark).
Camera Girl was there to take these shots.
Choosing an outfit took a bit, but this seemed a popular combo... expressing my anarcho-commie-Darwinian leanings...
The world's greatest DJ arrived to great acclaim...
From work, my buddy Bill showed up with his son Mat, who refused a beer since he had a child care gig later that day and didn't want to hear "you smell like my grandpa"...
More Junior's regulars...
The Mingo Man slid off his Bar X stool to wander over to Junior's for a beer on me...
Brett brought me his wife... I gave him a present in exchange...
John Paul and I are plotting the takeover of the local music scene...
More guys...
More babes...
More bar...
Dan brought his beautiful wife down for a toast, But I think she just spied her uncle coming in the door...
Some old guys (lunch anytime, Michael), the retirement financial consultant, and the distinguished barrister and his wife...
Lots more folks from work showed up. I really didn't want to do the usual retirement fete at the office building with the shitty chicken salad sandwiches and the red punch and the sugar cookies... if I do sugar, I want it distilled! And if I'd known I was working with such hard core drinkers, I'd probably called for offsite staff meets!
And, yes, I've modified my will in your favor, Michelle...
I loved the way Anna whipped out her vibrator every time I called about an order... I'd like to think I have that effect on women... or was she thinking of hubby???
Annette is a saint... and wasted no time moving into my window cubicle... Bill will be so lonely... or does he get the new babe?
Stucki made it... and somewhere in this collection of photos is Denise... although it took me finding a shot of Patron to get her settled in...
And Matt... did he give up his usual Saturday feast and wine blowout? or just continue it...
Tom, the usual Saturday bartender, took the day off to join in the festivities...
And what better proof does anyone need that drinking red wine at Junior's makes you gay?
Finally, thanks to everyone who showed up, or emailed congrats. I appreciated this event more than you can know. Let's stay in touch... you know where to find me...
Oh, and I can't forget Lacey... who anchored this event, kept things together, and gave me a ride home (what a ride!). I hope retirement allows me the time to appreciate all you do for me.
Onward and upward... (and I've passed the 72 hour, Chuck Butler mark).
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Have a nice life Old Man!--xoxo cameragirl
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