Billy's dad Otto Von Crippe reminds me that he is Jewish and was a little bit offended by the recent Christmas Greeting and asked for equal time. Priscilla got in the act, too.
I was just recovering from my 
three martini lunch at big Jacks party, when I received a call from Jimbo, (not his real name) that the impromptu Bob C party was in progress at the Dublin C
ity Pub.
I had just extended the leg rest on my recliner and was about to view a version of Deal or No Deal and was settling in for the night. But he mentioned that Abby, a vixen server from the later Tycoon was there and I ought to make an appearance. The mystery lady you see at the bottom of this blog was at a Siren Club Christmas party commiserating with a former girlfriend ....... ...mine not hers ... and I thought I could always catch Deal or No Deal on reruns, so off I went.
In attendance were, Tasha, Abby and Jesse along with the usual suspects. The undercover cops were there and "Big" made an infrequent appearance. Our host Bob C was making sure the music
never stopped and keeping the 
cocktail servers busy.
There 
was singing. There was dancing. There was eating And, there was drinking......Perfect!
The party at the Moose was delightful....but some don't know when enough is enough....like almost everyone in attendance. So someone said we ought to go to O'Malleys.
Since there was drinking involved at the first party, we all caravaned over to O Malley Pub in stealth fashion. We a
ll went really fast with the lights out. That way it is harder for the CRPD to notice.
O'Malley's is a lot like the Moose party except the ceilings are lower, its smokier and you have to pay for the drinks.
It appears one of the ladies was wishing she had worn a cleavage dress as she was spotted modifying
g her dress to conform with the 
others.
Every 
year Big Jack hosts a Christmas party at the Elks club. Its always the Wednesday before Christmas and it starts at noon. I have been on the invited guest list for some time. I think its the two cars I sold to Jack that endears him to me. Or maybe its the fact that I am his insurance agent and I protect him so well. For whatever reason I am honored.
I have seen the 
guest list change over the years. When I first came to this party, the likes of Demmy Battin, Westy Ralston, Don Wehr, Dean Smith and Leo Wilson were always at the holiday table. They don't come anymore. Probably because they are buried in a Roland Wilbert Vault. That was Jacks business until he turned it over to his son. I spect its a bittersweet for him.
Now the guest list is varied some. Jack has moved to the Gulag and some of his fellow residents are included in the mix....I know Bubbu is one for sure.
Phil is the server de jour. Phil (Short for Phyllis) goes back to the days of the Flame Room/ Micado and before that "Me and Lees Lounge" in the Lindale Shopping center before it became an enclosed mall....but thats a whole different story. She just comes out of 
retirement for this event. I don't need to give her my order because she knows what I want.
Carl the Barrister is there...so is the Puzzler, Billy's GodFather....There is Max the former Potentate, Francis L., Billy's Iron Lung mechanic, and of course Bubba, Nick and Donnie Boy...all insurance underwriters with more initials behind their name than me.
This diverse group includes Joe B, the electric parts peddler, Levi aka Mr. Utility, Kenny the HushPuppy man, Doctor H, Harry the tooth fairy.......the list goes on.....
I used to be the youngest one on the invited guest list. Now I'm the second youngest....Jacks g
randson, Scott was in attendance.
Why is this such a great luncheon? Other than the great straight up Martinis....its because big Jack picks up the tab....to paraphrase Westy, "Jacks got a heart as big as a slop bucket."
Bloggers note: Its too bad the majority of the people in this blog will not be able to see this because they don't have a computer. 
Will someone please print this and send 
it to them in the mail.
