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A postcard that made me literally howl

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There I was this past Sunday, reading this week’s PostSecrets, when I came across a postcard in the collection that after literally howling, I created this card and put it in the U.S. mail to Bob.

Backstory:

Whenever we stay in hotels, Bob loves to get to know the people who service our room, although most times, we turn down daily service, because it’s so wasteful and we use very little. We definitely don’t want our sheets or towels changed, especially if we’re spending only one night.

We usually do use the coffee packets/pouches/k-cups, though, and since he knows they won’t come in for service and replace them, he keeps an eye out for one of their unattended carts in the hallway to grab some replacements for the next day.

We also each like 3 pillows, and if we forget to ask for the extra ones, he’ll look for hallway closets where the extra linen might be stored, and I can’t even describe the excitement if he finds one and it’s unlocked.

It cracks me up. Which is why, when I saw this postcard: 1) I immediately thought it was one that he would submit to PostSecret, and 2) it made me guffaw.

Misaddressed greeting

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The irony is not lost on me that our mail carrier who’s been delivering mail to “Bob” and “John” for 10 years now, and who hasn’t ever really addressed me by name, has suddenly decided to — and she’s made the bold choice to go with, “Hello, Paul” when she does.

A Buffalo stampede…

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If you’re not a bourbon drinker, you may not be familiar with Buffalo Trace. In most places — even at their distillery in Frankfort, KY, which we visited in August of 2023 — there is a limit on the number of bottles (2) you can purchase.

In North Cackalacky, we have to purchase liquor (Liquor! You liquor, you brought ‘er!) in what are called ABC Stores, and there is a one-bottle limit on purchasing Buffalo Trace. Also, you pretty much have to be at the particular store when the shipment comes in, because it just flies off the shelf — which in this case is a metaphor, because they actually keep it behind the counter and you have to ask for it.

That’s the backstory that a friend of ours didn’t know, but he knows we’re bourbon drinkers, and one afternoon he texted us from an ABC store at Carolina Beach with this picture asking, “Is this any good?”

Once I finished squealing, I gave him the lowdown about only being able to buy one bottle, etc., and he said, “I’m sitting here looking at 3 cases. Would you like me to pick you up a bottle or 2?” To which I couldn’t answer fast enough, “Please get us 5!”

I thanked him profusely for thinking of us, and a few minutes later, he confirmed the purchase saying, “I figured it was something important, as they literally went through 4 or 5 cases as we were standing in line to purchase these. Crazy.”

Talk about being in the right place at the right time and being thoughtful about your friends! We appreciate both you and Patrick, John, for thinking of us!

Two PostSecret secrets that tickled me from this Sunday’s collection

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This one made me smile, because our Amtrak Southwest Chief trip is imminent, when we’ll be on a train for 43 hours from Chicago to L.A. — and now on the lookout for lovestruck strangers. 😂

And this one made me literally laugh out loud,

because I spent years wanting a postcard published on PostSecret.com — and it finally happened on December 17, 2023:

Happy-hour antics

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We have neither just returned from the O.R. and a blood transfusion nor have we stolen a bag from the blood bank. Discuss.

What do you think this is actually from? Click here to see the answer.

 

It’s the remnants of sucking out the last drop of a box-o-wine!

 


 

Bob’s new best friend

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Here he is with Yuliana, one of the bartenders extraordinaire on the riverboat!

Bob is someone who likes to try new things, while I prefer things I already know — especially with regards to food and drink. It’s mid-morning here, and we’re sitting in the lounge and bar where I’m catching up this blog.

Bob to Yuliana: I want to try a drink I’ve never had before.

Yuliana: What kind of liquor would you like in it?

Bob: Vodka.

Fast forward a few minutes, and she delivered my third Bloody Mary along with Bob’s “surprise drink.”

Her: Don’t ever ask me to do this again. It makes me very nervous when someone asks me to surprise them or to “be creative” with a drink.

I said, “I’m the same way!

Laughs all around.

Momma, I’m depending on you to tell me the truth.

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A man is sitting in the Planet Fitness locker room — not in the area with the lockers, but in the area with the showers. Why???

He is fully clothed, looking straight ahead, and talking — possibly into a phone, although there isn’t one in sight.

He says into the air: “He was a rolling stone. You know, wherever he laid his hat was his home.”

He was speaking, not singing, and I thought, “Is he speaking the lyrics to that song, or is he talking to someone on the phone and trying to pass that off as an original thought? What’s happening here?”

Then he says: “Yeah, wherever you lay your wig be you home. I know you wear a wig, girl.”

As weirdly riveting as it all was, I’d finished dressing, and I took leave before he gave an update about papa’s outside children and another wife…

Google query: Who is the patron saint of happy hours?

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St. Philip Neri
 While not formally recognized as the “patron saint of happy hours,” St. Philip Neri and St. Raphael the Archangel are often associated with joy and happy gatherings. St. Philip Neri is known as the patron saint of joy and laughter, while St. Raphael is associated with happy meetings and celebrations.
St. Raphael the Archangel

I’m not exactly sure what that thing is at the end of St. Raphael’s left hand, but I’m imagining it’s a formidable, furtive flask of bourbon.