pool hall observations

ok, so i went to shoot some pool last night with some of my best friends. we went to the corner pocket, a local pool hall that recently moved and upgraded. it's really nice now, but that's not the point. i have some observations for all those out there who ever walk into a pool hall:

• first, never get a table next to a bunch of guys who know what they're doing. i knew we were in trouble when one of them took out his own pool stick, one of those (if you know about them) that comes in two parts and that you screw together. i saw a few on display in the pool hall, and they were like 40 or 50 bucks! to top it off, two of the four guys were wearing these pool gloves, that covered the thumb and first two fingers, i guess so that you can aim better. anyway, when i saw this, i just got depressed b/c i suck at pool, but not so much that it's pathetic (at least i hope). as soon as they started playing, all my measly skills just looked like crap compared to them. ugh. talk about killing my self-esteem....
• second, always know the person in front. the girl manning the front of the hall knew me vaguely (she doesn't remember, but we went to the same damn school, and sat right next to each other for an entire year in a puny class w/ 12 kids in it. guess i'm just forgettable like that...), so we got a table quickly. ahhh, the wonders of connections...
• third, be prepared to meet random ppl you know. this one guy walked up to us that i haven't seen in over a year, and started talking to us (to be more exact, he started talking to one of the other ppl w/ me, but i still knew him, so it counts).
• next, do not be disturbed by the bathrooms. we are moving into an automated age, so if something in the bathroom operates weird, do not panic. it turns out that the bathroom in the hall had (get this) automated paper towel dispensers. automated. paper. towel. dispensers. wtf? i personally think the world is going insane w/ laziness, although i would appreciated automated doors to bathrooms (hey, you know you hate touching that door after you've washed your hands. it's a door to a damn public bathroom! how much more gross can that get?).
  
• finally, be prepared to meet ppl you might not know, who turn out to be, ahem, interesting characters. this one guy walked up (one that knew the other guy who walked up to us), and just randomly started talking to me. calling it weird would be an understatement. he starts talking to me, someone he's never met or talked to in his life, and guess what the topic of conversation was? hm? any guesses? his sex life. oh yea, a random guy is describing to me how he woke up that morning in a bedroom he had never seen before, with a girl he had never seen before, no recollection of how he got there, and the girl, he said, looked "extremely illegal" i.e., underage. wow. although i laughed about it (mostly because the way he was talking about it made me want to either laugh or puke), it was very strange. i don't know if he was trying to hit on me, i sincerely hope not. why? because it was way too weird.

alright then kiddies, there's my immense fountain of wisdom concerning the public meeting places we call poolhalls. for further information, i suggest going to one yourself. if you are hit on by a weird guy (or girl) like the one i described above, do NOT panic. merely move slowly to the nearest restroom and proceed to attempt to climb out the window. have fun!!