TWOSDAY!  That would make yesterday "Onesday," right?  Oh God, yesterday!  We're not sure how it all started, but we think the night began it's rapid downward descent when our trailer park manager, Lowell, showed up with a check he got (either by mistake or outright fraud) from the State.  It wasn't long before he was throwing cash around the bar like peanuts at a circus!

And then there's the issue of Kevin's dad.  He's visiting for a few days and after a few glasses of chilled Night Train he started talking about his past.  He retired a few years ago when, after 38 years, he sold his Arthur Murray Dance Studio franchise.  It's clear that he still misses the excitement of a hearty Rumba with some dishrag whore divorcee because by the end of the night he was giving Foxtrot lessons all around the bar.

It wasn't long before Lowell, with his state money burning a hole in his pocket, started playing Goose Goose Duck and literally won the shirts off the backs of Kevin's Dad and some other hapless customer that had the misfortune to take her eyes off his hands.  The night ended with members of the Palm Springs law enforcement community escorting all of us off the premises.  We were all given Notices to Appear and released on our own recognizance but that's just paperwork.  Remember, today is election day, so if you're not a convicted felon make certain that you vote - and if you are a convicted felon like all of us have another beer and vote twice...

      
Marsha heard the sounds of a hot box waltz!                    Kevin's dad really misses running his Arthur Murry studio.

      
Lowell used his check to play a little Goose Goose Duck.                    Then he literally won the shirts off their backs!