posse of 5 roll in. i was given the eyes by some 60 year old in a cowboy hat «whut can i do for you hon?» «um, well my friends and i were a bit parched. could we start off with a pitcher of fat tire?» «hahahaha, y’hear that Bob?»(cackling continues for about 2 really uncomfortable minutes) «yahahaha…phew. well, were you at the lobster bake?» «was i supposed to be?» «yes son, this bar here,» makes a weak circular gesture above her head to indicate the surrounding area, which happens to include a large stuffed eagle and a rocking chair, «is for members only, which means the people that were at the lobster bake.» «oh, we’ll be on our way then» «you do that hon, you do that»