By the time I got to the Blue Lagoon, my Friday dive bar tour was starting to wear me out a little bit - but I had to push forward. It's in a pretty dumpy area with a pretty dumpy parking lot - and my friend in his Audi was not at all excited about traversing the small potholed lot to park.
I sort of paced for a minute before parking at the corner of the bar, my obvious indecision about where to sit drew the attention of the 5 or 6 regulars that were posted up on the other side. I had me a beer and a tall old lanky dude named Rocky and his friend Zack asked us if we wanted to play pool. We flipped a coin to determine whether I got the choice to be on my friend's team or got to pick one of them to be on mine - I won the coin toss... and I picked my terrible pool player friend to be on my team. At this point I made it clear that I was not playing for cash.
After the break, the 8 ball ended up about an inch from the corner pocket... and Rocky gave me the option to "keep it interesting" by putting it back in the middle. I declined. We lost this game of pool terribly, paid our tab, my friend took a red pom pom thing the bartender (Keely) gave him, and we headed down the road to our next dive.