Shhh! I'm invisible!

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-86726571943343330492007-11-24T08:58:00.000-06:002008-12-09T02:30:35.977-06:00Shhh! I'm invisible!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/RymC0SIDxRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nppa9fyG-aY/s1600-h/traceasclauderetouched.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/RymC0SIDxRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nppa9fyG-aY/s200/traceasclauderetouched.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127773485468468498" border="0" /></a> I'm Claude Rains the invisible man!:D (OK so I'm really Tarot but it's not every day I get to be awesome! See Claude hadda step out for a bit and since folks tend not to notice Tarot, now I'm Claude. Whadda you mean you're confused?) Anyway...I had been avoiding the bar, prior to m- that is Tarot's "<a href="http://www.burnttoastdiner.com/2007/11/beer-brooding-and-old-movies.html">victory beer</a>," but then I decided I needed to hang about over there. Since you can't sit at the bar and not drink, I bought a pint of Guinness. I was enjoying it but I'm afraid I don't quite have the tolerance I sho-, that is, used to have. I reckon I should be all right so long as I avoid the Roulette table. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/RymLtyIDxSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CYO-q_vqPaw/s1600-h/Guinness.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/RymLtyIDxSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CYO-q_vqPaw/s200/Guinness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127783269403968802" border="0" /></a>I was beginning to think I had the hang of things when this pigeon flew in. I thought I was drunk and hallucinating but, since the other patrons saw the bird too, I knew I must be doing OK. When the pigeon perched on my shoulder, I realized that I knew the bird; it was Clyde, from Clau- I mean my coop. Somehow he found me and didn't seem to mind how I looked, not that he'd ever seemed to fuss about that before. Truth be told he was more concerned about the <a href="http://www.burnttoastdiner.com/2007_02_01_archive.html">lady birds</a>, as I recall. Of course most of the time of late, I had been invisible, so looks didn't count for much anyroad, with any of the flock. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/RymSFSIDxTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/udA1Hay6DnU/s1600-h/birds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/RymSFSIDxTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/udA1Hay6DnU/s200/birds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127790270200661298" border="0" /></a> Well Clyde and me seemed to be getting a bit of attention, although Clyde was being a gentle-bird and not flying about and causing havoc. So I reckoned an exit might be in order but it was the oddest thing. Y'know for some reason I couldn't seem to go invisible, and I still can't even now. So, I just finished the pint (or was it 2, or 3 -maybe 4?) and ordered another but I still can't bloody seem to vanish. Hmm... Maybe I need more beer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/50530638747405971-8672657194334333049?l=www.burnttoastdiner.com'/></div>Tarothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17950245970744009610tarothero@yahoo.com10