Dr. Hal at the Odeon
Tuesdays with Mora matured into ask Dr Hal an unanswerable question on Wednesday. Ask a really good one and Chicken, the owner of the bar, buys you a shot of Fernett. It was, in fact, until this very event that I assumed lesbians were as equally capable of droll imaginations as the rest of the rowdy bunch at the bar. Yes, my mistake is trying to calculate curiosity, the unanswerable question, to women, who like women, but out of the four shots, which is all the cheep bastard had left in the bottle, three were given to the six pack of Blue Ribbons at table 9.
Mora (aka Moses): How many Hot Pockets would it take to warm Lake Tahoe?
Kate: What is the voltage of the human body, in wattage?
Liz: How many ml if puss is in an average boil?
and Brooke got the Honorary, because Chicken didn't have enough in the bottle: How many Taqueria Cancun burritos, laid end to end, would it take to span the Golden gate bridge?

Chicken likes food and fluid questions...which suddenly really disturbs me. a lot.

I walked up to Chicken for my shot, this just weeks after being chosen to jump on a man, on that very stage, who was lying down on a bed of glass.
Chicken: You again?
me: No, that was Mora before. (okay)
Chicken: You two look alike
me: That's not funny.

I thought Chicken should leave the humor up to Hal his slim witted guest doctor. The hulking man sitting next to him sipping a fruited vodka cocktail from a plastic pineapple, with a pile of ones beside him, who, at close observation, actually did have a translucent layer of hair combed delicately from ear to ear.

Dr Hal: (Asked does my evil twin really live on the dark side of the moon?) Your evil twin is closer than you think, if only you could turn your head fast enough.

Chicken: (After the show at our table) The tenant down the street is suing me for the noise problem. The police actually came in to the give me a ticket during the Dr. Hal show, which wasn't as big last year, because only 7 people were there. (there were about 40 people there last night.) The police man said I needed an entertainment license if I was going to have shows like this. I told him I didn't need one because the shows really weren't that entertaining.