Ladies and Gentlemen, The Triple Nickel

Working on one's day off is truly one of the best ways to justify an excursion to a local Portland dive bar. My esteemed cohort decided that she wanted to get her ass destroyed in pool, so we headed for the Triple Nickel, complete with darts, pool tables, the occasional karaoke night and more hipsters than you can shake a messenger bag at.

Though a rousing game of pocket billiards was the plan, no bar night starts out without shots of shit well-whiskey and pitchers of beer. Once some of our mutual rage had been doused, it was off to find a vacant pool table, preferably in the furthest, darkest, most uninhabited reaches of the establishment. During several games of eight ball, and a few games of nine ball (one of which I actually lost...) the commiserating began...or rather continued.... More work-related bitching, new opportunities, old memories, and currently occurring miseries, interrupted only by more shots and pitchers and the inevitable smoke breaks. Eventually we were approached by a young woman by the name of Jamie who was looking for a team to square off against with her brother and self in a game of Giant Jenga.

Giant Jenga for those of you who are unaware. Oh, and a Jamie.

We humbly obliged, collected our belongings and reluctantly sauntered off to join the rest of the social world.
All in all, another successful night boozing and bullshitting.