Spotlight on the Commenters–Smiley’s Story, and A Conversation From 1990

Quote of the Day:     Better belly burst than good liquor be lost.”     –Jonathon Swift

TB gets a lot of pleasure from reading the commentary that appears below my posts. About a week ago I put out a plea for reminders of old ARB stories that need to be recorded in letters in addition to the oral tradition. That post by the way will remain open and when an ARB thinks of another to add, don’t hesitate just because we’ve moved on to something new. 

I’ve also been thinking of a way to show appreciation for your participation and being that the TB balance sheet is in a state of equilibrium (a nice way of saying zero) I thought I’d institute a “Comment of the Week” feature rather than doling out some major award that would throw my ledger out of balance. Just don’t necessarily expect to see it every week. But this week, the award goes to Smily for his reminder of a funny but embarrassing episode from our college days. Smily takes pride in telling the story linked here (14th comment) because it is one of the only times in his half decade of college attendance that he was (relatively) sober, trying to impress a high school aged girlfriend that day with his college maturity and sophistication. Still, its all true as he relates, and pretty funny to boot. Lest anyone who doesn’t know Smily get the wrong idea about his role in our college runnin days, I submit for your enjoyment the text of a conversation we had one night circa 1990.

First, a little background. In those days Smily and TB along with Greekson were in school at Mississippi State. None of us had joined frats so there was only one option for weekend activities (defined as Wed night through Sunday afternoon) for underage punks and that was to drink in our dorms/apartments until time to go to The Landing twenty miles away to shoot pool, then up to Doug’s another mile back toward campus for late night bands and girl chasin. Most people didn’t go out until Doug’s got crankin, typically around 10:30. However, by that time you had to pay a cover charge, probably three to five bucks, or in terms we could better understand at the time, more than a six pack. Once inside, beers were another buck and a half. High cotton indeed. None of us had much in the way of spending money and when it came to booze we were quite protective of our purchases. Often we would pool our money but with the clear understanding that we each would get beers or drinks in direct proportion to how much we contributed and not a sip more. It’s not that we were stingy; it was just the law of the jungle.

But there was a way around spending too much money, especially on Thursdays. From 7:00 to 8:00 pm Doug’s had no cover and nickel beer. Now, this beer was god-awful lukewarm Beast lite, but then again, it was a nickel. Alone that probably wouldn’t have attracted us but what sealed the deal was we could get a stamp at 8 allowing us back in for the rest of the night so we could avoid the cover charge. We would leave Doug’s after getting stamped and drive over to the Landing which never charged cover. Still, they did want that buck and a half for beer and nobody really got there until around 9. So we’d sit in the car shooting the breeze and listening to classic rock and drinking our Miller Lite from Sack and Save (3 bucks per 6). Finally in to The Landing, then over to Doug’s later on and occasionally all the way to Crawford to Mack’s Supper Club (“we open up when everybody else shuts down”–but a story for another day.)

One night for some reason we were drinking 7&7’s instead of beer and were parked at Doug’s instead of The Landing diggin on tunes and arguin about anything. I liked to sit in the back seat and be in charge of the drinks and on this night I was doing the mixing and serving from my usual place. Greekson always drove and Smily had shotgun. That fact isn’t pertinent to this story but it was an extremely important accord we’d reached in those days so I include it to give a more complete sense of that time and place. Anyway, I fixed myself a drink, then one for Greekson and Smily and passed them forward. We’d already had a few drinks, but weren’t overserved so what follows cannot be excused by drunkenness. It’s just Smily bein Smily.

Greekson–Hey man, hurry up with that drink. I ain’t got all night to sit here being sober.

TB–Don’t make me kick your ass again Greekson. Here, enjoy. Here’s yours too Smily.

Smily–Why do I get the smallest cup?

TB–Because I always use this one-it’s my lucky cup and Greekson already drank out of his.

Smily–That’s BS, you gave me the smallest cup on purpose.

TB–What difference does it make?



Smily–Y’all are gonna get more liquor.

TB–How so? I’ll just pour you another drink sooner than I will for us.

Smily–Y’all are gonna get more. My drink isn’t as strong as yours.

Greekson–(staring incredulously)

TB–Say that again.



Smily–Greekson, tell him what I’m talkin about.

Greekson–I have no idea what you’re talkin about.

Smily–Y’all are tryin to screw me.

TB–Listen, the strength of the drink has nothing to do with the size of the cup. It’s all about the proportion of 7 up to liquor. I made everybody’s half and half. As soon as you finish yours I’ll make you another one.

Smily–Right. But mine will be weaker.

TB–Greekson, can you help me out here.

Greekson–(launches in to a scientist’s explanation of the principle of size vs strength, Smily and TB’s eyes glazing over, and ending with) So just shut up for once and drink!

Smily–Don’t make me kick your ass again Greekson.

Greekson–(muttering to self)

TB–Dude, you’re not really serious about this one are you?

Smily–Y’all are screwin me.

TB–Well, you’re stuck with that cup and I’m never gonna let you live this down. I swear to God you can argue with a brick wall.


<ten seconds of silence, except for AC/DC>

Smily–Since when is that your lucky cup????

About travellinbaen

I'm a 40 year old lawyer living in Ridgeland, Mississippi. I'm several years and a couple hundred miles removed from most of my old running buddies so I started the blog to provide an outlet for many of the observations and ideas that used to be the subjects of our late night/happy hour/halftime conversations and arguments.
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31 Responses to Spotlight on the Commenters–Smiley’s Story, and A Conversation From 1990

  1. smily says:

    Who else thinks I was getting screwed?

  2. Zeek says:

    Greekson shoulda kicked both of your asses. This only proves the state of educational depravity at Mississippi State University. How did you even get in Smily??

  3. Jessie Lou says:

    I’m trying to see it your way Smilyj but I just can’t get the logic. Smaller cup means you could drink it faster and need another one sooner. I guess this means Size Really Does Matter!

  4. quail09 says:

    JL….you bet it does

  5. jessica o says:

    Wow! Hilarious. I think I’ve been in arguments like that. I can’t remember. College is a blur.

  6. smilyj says:

    Zeek, me and TB will take on you and Greekson anytime little fella.

    I cannot believe no one sees the creative and deceptive sneekiness TB was trying to imploy. It was kinda like when he traded me 4 turd baseball cards for one of my good ones when we were tots. I’ve been putting up with that stuff from TB all my life!

  7. Glad you enjoyed Jessica, thanks for the kind words and feel free to drop a blurry college story on us any time!

  8. Jessie Lou says:

    Smilyj – I cannot believe you would allow yourself to be TB’s doormat all this time. You do not strike me as that kind of guy at all.

  9. Zeek says:

    Smily, You must not be aware of Greekson’s reform and new life immersed in the good book. This means I would have to whoop you and TB all by my lonesome, which shouldn’t be too tough, what with you being little Bulldogs and all.(LOL)

    JLou- As basically the lone female contributor on here, you should go ahead and break the news to these poor guys and honestly admit that size does matter!!!

  10. Sweet says:

    Smily, you’re a moron.

  11. Sweet says:

    smi-LY, that last post was Zeeks, not mine. He is a moron for not remembering to enter his name

  12. Zeek says:

    I remembered, I was just pulling a funny.

  13. Madd Dawg says:

    You were getting screwed—-don’t let them convince you otherwise.

  14. Jessie Lou says:

    Zeek – since we were talking about cup sizes – that can go either way – both genders have cups and I am quite positive that female cup sizes matter to you fellows. I’m trying to think of a way I could put into words my other thoughts on size and remain in the PG rating of this blog; however, I am unable to do that at this point in time. So I will refrain, but I do await replies on the rest.

  15. Zeek says:

    I believe the easiest way to measure our “cup ” size is in inches, but there are more graphic terms that i will also refrain from using (following your lead)

  16. jessica o says:

    “asshole” is one of your tags on this blog. I’m pretty sure you lost the PG rating anyway.

    It’s funny you mention this topic because I stumbled across an article about the female cup earlier today.

    I hope I have not over-stepped. I’m new here and don’t know my boundaries. 🙂

    • Dina says:

      i dont know how it feels to loose your son but i lost my dog years ago and i got mad at her so i pray to God that she will just go away forever and a culpoa hours later she was hit by a car from running away and everydy i feel like it was my fault and i will never forgive my self so i know how much it hurts to loose someone and my heart goes out to you your son and your family

  17. there aren’t many boundaries, and who reads tags anyway? Actually, I’m glad someone does, because I occasionally leave an easter egg there. And TB is really PG 13 subject to certain exceptions approved by the editorial staff. BTW, the tag is “asshole runnin buddies”, a term of art, often abbreviated as “ARB”. I would never be so crass just to use the “a” word by itself.

    And thanks for the frightening, yet educational link. We always need another person with a twisted sense of humor around here.

    And here’s to those happy, healthy places.

  18. Jessie Lou says:

    Jessica – I try to get these guys to use their imaginations at every opportunity. That said I’m hoping that their imaginations did not go to cup of your article – no offense!

    Zeek – it is a great day when you follow my lead. Please tell me you knew which cup I meant? I have found that hands are a great mode of measurement and much more pleasant than a ruler or measuring tape.

  19. Zeek says:

    Let’s see… I would guess you to be @ 34-36B and by measuring “ours” I did not mean cup size but size period!! Of course hand measurement sounds fun too. (Sorry, couldn’t resist)

  20. Madd Dawg says:

    I always wondered why you and Brad would slip into the back at Del Norte Circle and come back into the den comparing hand sizes. Now I know—but I wish I didn’t.

    Jessica O,
    The female cup?? that is a new one. Perhaps Fig can start using those to help with his vageen that hangs like sleeve of wizard.

    • Alessandro says:

      Every time I hear Ronan’s song I think about him. Even though i didn’t know him i want to cry. He was such a brave,strong,and cute boy. It must feel like a giant todrnao hit you. Even though I didn’t know him I still pray to and for him. Right now my heart feels heavy. You don’t know how much you love someone until their gone. REST IN PEACE RONAN.

  21. Sweet says:

    Zeek, you need to guess again on LJB cup size

  22. Zeek says:

    I will revise my guess to 36C, I just said “B” earlier because she has always been so slender. JLou, am I in the ballpark??

  23. Jessie Lou says:

    The key word is slender and thanks for that, close but not quite.

    How did this turn into a “guess my size”?

  24. quail09 says:

    JL…because you’re our favorite

  25. Zeek says:

    Well, well, well….Then I am impressed even more JLou. I may need to do a …… nevermind.

  26. Jessie Lou says:

    Aww shucks…….

  27. Zeek says:

    Don’t tease Red, that is not nice, especially when I am trying my best to be a good Presbyterian gentelmen.HaHa!!

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