After our (rather expensive) bachelor dinner at J.J.'s Steakhouse, we looked for a nice sophisticated place to settle back for a fine cigar. But all the classy places were closed. We wound up playing foosball at a dive called the 35er, on the main street in Pasadena. We had a BLAST! None of us were ever very good. You see, as the alcohol from dinner wore off, fatigue set in to replace it. By the time we were sober enough to play well, we were too tired to play well! Nevertheless, we enjoyed ourselves tremendously. This picture shows Daniel and Quentin duking it out together.
© June 28, 2001 by Patrick H. Martin, V