Rhymes With Boozer

My old buddy Noll came to town yesterday.  We hit the greensward for a quick nine.  Quick for him: he won six holes, I won one.

Came back to our house for some poke roast the missus had had in the pot all day, heard beeping.  That's been happening lately - not the poke, but the beeping.  Turned out to be the battery backup for my 'puter.  Upon further review, no power whatsoever to the whole house.  Neighbors in same predicament.  SRP reports it will be at least ocho in the post meridian before someone gets out to 'fustigate (Gabe's word). 

We downs the tasty roast on the patio, Noll leaves.  We reads by flashlight.  We walks down to Payton's for a brewski and some pinball.  We discovers somebody hasn't brung his fiduciary credentials.  We walks home and pockets our credentials.  We drives to the movies.  It's Kevin Costner or the bush.  We drives to Paytons, hires a brewski and a handful of quarters.  The missus kicks my ass at pinball.  Home again home again jiggedy jig.  No electricity until about 3:30 a.m.  Some days are just like that.