Update on the Des Moines pool scene

They might not have it tonight. They have APA masters this weekend starting tonight at Big Dogs.

They have enough big tables to get it done and unless they got 50 tables worth of teams coming we should be fine. The team stuff normally goes down in that back room.

I think it's on
 
You're kidding me? Not one person is gonna ask me about my encounter with Alyssa Milano? You fu#$sticks.
 
What happened with Alyssa Milano sir?

Glad you asked. This is my claim to fame with a fu@#ing smoking star.

Okay, me and my all time best friend from the second grade up decide we'd crash the pool at the Grove Park. We grew up ten minutes north of the Biltmore Estate and Grove Park Inn. Well, after a fifth of Southern Comfort, we get up the nerve to ease in to the pool. Guys, this place just reeks of money. Ferraris out front. Plural.

So, we spend the whole day, sipping on SOCO. SHE walks in. Puts her towel down with an assistant in the chair next to my cooler. Scott (my bud) is freaking out. I'm so toasted that I just didn't give a shi#.

"You wanna shot?"
"No thanks, Miss Milano would not."
"I didn't ask You. I asked her."
"You know what? I'd love one."

We actually had about four apiece and the G-Man (Scott) couldn't even speak. She was half toasted and her assistant asked her to leave. I guess she's supposed to look out for her, you know. She was outgoing as hell. And... she wasn't about to quit hanging out. By the way, pictures do NO justice of her in a bikini. Thank you Dear Heavenly Jesus. We are in the pool, splashing and bs'ing like kids. Most guys that know me will tell you that I fear very little. Hell, to me, she was just a cool chick with cash. Poor Scott still couldn't speak. You should hear him tell this story.

Well, after about an hour and a half, we finish off the SOCO. So, being the "no fear" buzz guy. I asked her to walk into the bar and continue the evening. The sun is going down. It's about 6-7:00? The bar is right inside the hotel, one door away. I swear I could feel the promised land around the corner. Or... maybe I was just buzzed. Little of both? Don't ruin this for me. This lives in my mind daily. So, she tells me that she's soaking wet and needs to dry off. I grab the towel and dry her. No SHIT. Praise God. Her assistant gets in between us and reminds her she's got a shoot in the morning. Here's the fu#$ed up part. At that moment, the poolside bartender asked for my room number to charge my tab. I said no, I'd pay cash. Scott is so 'merred that he blurts out, "We've already checked out." Well, I felt stupid. It was obvious we weren't staying there.

She just laughed and asked if we were from Asheville. "Yeah, we live about ten minutes from here." I was dead in the water. Kind of feeling like an idiot, I asked her and Clarice to join us at Stephen's Pub ( a local watering hole). She got directions and finished drying off. "We might see you there. No promises."

I waited for two straight drunken days. Sat in the bar, sat in the parking lot, went back to the Grove, stalked that area like a good stalker should. No luck. But.... I touched and dried off Alyssa Milano. And Scott can verify this shit.

By the way, when you've drank SOCO for two straight days, you shouldn't take any painkillers with it. Just another thought.

If you're out there, I know you're dry now.

Forgot one awesome point. Scott always reminds me to tell this. They are real. Bet my last .12 cents on it. Dear Heavenly Father, we thank you oh God tonight. Real.
 
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Glad you asked. This is my claim to fame with a fu@#ing smoking star.

Okay, me and my all time best friend from the second grade up decide we'd crash the pool at the Grove Park. We grew up ten minutes north of the Biltmore Estate and Grove Park Inn. Well, after a fifth of Southern Comfort, we get up the nerve to ease in to the pool. Guys, this place just reeks of money. Ferraris out front. Plural.

So, we spend the whole day, sipping on SOCO. SHE walks in. Puts her towel down with an assistant in the chair next to my cooler. Scott (my bud) is freaking out. I'm so toasted that I just didn't give a shi#.

"You wanna shot?"
"No thanks, Miss Milano would not."
"I didn't ask You. I asked her."
"You know what? I'd love one."

We actually had about four apiece and the G-Man (Scott) couldn't even speak. She was half toasted and her assistant asked her to leave. I guess she's supposed to look out for her, you know. She was outgoing as hell. And... she wasn't about to quit hanging out. By the way, pictures do NO justice of her in a bikini. Thank you Dear Heavenly Jesus. We are in the pool, splashing and bs'ing like kids. Most guys that know me will tell you that I fear very little. Hell, to me, she was just a cool chick with cash. Poor Scott still couldn't speak. You should hear him tell this story.

Well, after about an hour and a half, we finish off the SOCO. So, being the "no fear" buzz guy. I asked her to walk into the bar and continue the evening. The sun is going down. It's about 6-7:00? The bar is right inside the hotel, one door away. I swear I could feel the promised land around the corner. Or... maybe I was just buzzed. Little of both? Don't ruin this for me. This lives in my mind daily. So, she tells me that she's soaking wet and needs to dry off. I grab the towel and dry her. No SHIT. Praise God. Her assistant gets in between us and reminds her she's got a shoot in the morning. Here's the fu#$ed up part. At that moment, the poolside bartender asked for my room number to charge my tab. I said no, I'd pay cash. Scott is so 'merred that he blurts out, "We've already checked out." Well, I felt stupid. It was obvious we weren't staying there.

She just laughed and asked if we were from Asheville. "Yeah, we live about ten minutes from here." I was dead in the water. Kind of feeling like an idiot, I asked her and Clarice to join us at Stephen's Pub ( a local watering hole). She got directions and finished drying off. "We might see you there. No promises."

I waited for two straight drunken days. Sat in the bar, sat in the parking lot, went back to the Grove, stalked that area like a good stalker should. No luck. But.... I touched and dried off Alyssa Milano. And Scott can verify this shit.

By the way, when you've drank SOCO for two straight days, you shouldn't take any painkillers with it. Just another thought.

If you're out there, I know you're dry now.

Damn if I didn't have to spread it around I'd rep the hell out of you for that one. It sounds like some crap you'd pull so no doubt it happened.

Google Vida Guerra before reading the rest of this post.

Since we are sharing stories about famous girls I have one as well. It's not quite as good as yours because the girl isnt super famous and the guy isn't me. BUT I WAS THERE, literally right there. Here goes.

When I moved to Philly for college I met this spanish girl who I ended up dating for 4 and a half years before we went our separate ways. She was from NJ and actually roomed with a girl I went to high school with, this is how we met. So one day, I'm 19 at this point, we go to her house in NJ and I'm meeting her family and the babysitter shows up cuz we were gonna go out for dinner. The girl comes in and I about shit myself. It's a young lady by the name of Vida Guerra...now if you don't know Vida lemme tell you she's spectacular to look at and might have the best keester on planet earth. Anyways I shake her hand and we leave. Fast forward 2 years.

Vida gets discovered and is doing some modeling stuff that brings her to Philly. We are all 21 now so we can go out. I have an apartment on JFK golf course at this point so my girl friend tells Vida she can stay with us while she is in town(they're really good friends). Vida declines to stay but says she will go out with us and come hang at the apartment. Sooo I immediately start making phone calls. My best friend(still is) Ron Reed borrows/steals his father's Mercedes and heads up to Philly to my apt. The 4 of us drank and partied for the next 7-8 hours straight. What happens next makes me the greatest wing man God ever created.

I convince Vida not to call it a night and come back to the apt with us. She's drunk but coherant. We get back to the apartment and play a little truth or dare, my great idea. Boom I get to go first. I dare her to kiss my boy for no less than 1 minute straight. During this 1 minute I start to kiss my girl. You all have a vivid imagination but let's just say seeing what I saw that night changed my life. My buddy scored(about 3 times) and to this very day he buys the first drink when we go out. They never spoke again and somehow someway I think that was for the best.

The End.
 
Yeah, nice one. I tell ya, if meeting famous people is on anybody's list? Move to Asheville. Hang out at the Grove Park. I've met Charlie Sheen, Andy McDowell (she's originally from Asheville and lives there now. Drives a silver Rx7), Rod Stewart, Carroll O'Connor, and and and and Alyssa fu#$in' Milano.

Holy mother of God, I just googled Vida and you're dead nuts right. WOW>
 
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Yeah, nice one. I tell ya, if meeting famous people is on anybody's list? Move to Asheville. Hang out at the Grove Park. I've met Charlie Sheen, Andy McDowell (she's originally from Asheville and lives there now. Drives a silver Rx7), Rod Stewart, Carroll O'Connor, and and and and Alyssa fu#$in' Milano.

Holy mother of God, I just googled Vida and you're dead nuts right. WOW>

My whole morning is shot to shit, I saw so much that night and the same as you verified about Alyssa Milano....EVERYTHING ON VIDA IS NATURAL...her damn momma is a straight milf as well.
 
Man, can a mutha get a numba?

Her number is different now, don't have the new one. Lost touch with her about the time me and that old girl broke up. I did see her in Vegas last year though and she chilled and played some slots for a while with an ex girl now prolly just to give the scoop to her friend. Life's good sometimes.
 
Her number is different now, don't have the new one. Lost touch with her about the time me and that old girl broke up. I did see her in Vegas last year though and she chilled and played some slots for a while with an ex girl now prolly just to give the scoop to her friend. Life's good sometimes.

Dude, I've thought non-stop about my SOCO Grove day. I think I was 26? or so when this happened. Whew, gotta feel lucky at least once in your life.
 
I feel good today. Tammie and i went to Applebee's last night and had dinner, + i had a couple of long island's. I then went home and went to sleep around 10pm. That along with the fact the kids didnt wake anyone up very early i had a nice nights sleep.

I really want to get this truck loaded in WA. Then i can jump in the pool til my little boy comes home at 3. I still would like to come up to Dog's tonight.

Gonna call Jon about the Master's APA deal and see if they are still gonna have a tournament.
 
DId tournament go off? Probably won't make it anyway.

I ate lunch next to Ray Liotta at the Cheesecake factory. We didn't speak, nor did I get to towel him off.

Probably my closest brush with fame. Either of Mikey / Crawfish's stories would be 1000% better than mine.

Somehow, I can picture both of you in those positions and having the brass to push forward where many would fold the bluff and go home.

:joyful:
 
OK, i decided tonight i was gonna show some heart. Show im not a complete nit. Show some gamble and try to impress Frost. :D

I lost $300 to Phil.

Thanks Frost, great advice buddy ! ! ! :thumbup:

Little back story, i went to play John M, and after 4 hours i was up 2 games, and we were arguing and it was not a nice sight. Other people were getting involved and causing problems (thanks Vince) He asked to just quit and honestly i was ok with it. Playing 7 ahead again for $500.

I bought a couple rounds of drinks and BS'd for awhile. And Phil decided he wanted to give Ronnie 10-4 1pkt. Ronnie says to me, Jason there is noway i can lose. OK phil you got it, $50 a game? ...done. Hold on here, theres a little problem. Ronnie doesnt really know how to play 1pkt, lol ... $100 loser and i pull up. Ronnie made one ball and never did anything that resembles 1pkt strategy.

I said Phil give me 10-6 and try me some. He says ok and we get going. $50 A GAME Phil works me game 1. On my break i win a nice game. Phils break, i mess up and he works me again ...seeing a trend here ???? Game 4 he works me. Game 5 worked. i want to pull up here but its my break. Game 6. Heh, im pathetic and hes up another $200.

To top off all this badness hes drunk and him and Frost are fighting, and hes still crushing me. No idea what i really need from him to play. But 10-6 isnt it. Doubt ill get a shot at winning anything from him anyway. He did pay for table time before he left.
 
OK, i decided tonight i was gonna show some heart. Show im not a complete nit. Show some gamble and try to impress Frost. :D

I lost $300 to Phil.

Thanks Frost, great advice buddy ! ! ! :thumbup:

Little back story, i went to play John M, and after 4 hours i was up 2 games, and we were arguing and it was not a nice sight. Other people were getting involved and causing problems (thanks Vince) He asked to just quit and honestly i was ok with it. Playing 7 ahead again for $500.

I bought a couple rounds of drinks and BS'd for awhile. And Phil decided he wanted to give Ronnie 10-4 1pkt. Ronnie says to me, Jason there is noway i can lose. OK phil you got it, $50 a game? ...done. Hold on here, theres a little problem. Ronnie doesnt really know how to play 1pkt, lol ... $100 loser and i pull up. Ronnie made one ball and never did anything that resembles 1pkt strategy.

I said Phil give me 10-6 and try me some. He says ok and we get going. $50 A GAME Phil works me game 1. On my break i win a nice game. Phils break, i mess up and he works me again ...seeing a trend here ???? Game 4 he works me. Game 5 worked. i want to pull up here but its my break. Game 6. Heh, im pathetic and hes up another $200.

To top off all this badness hes drunk and him and Frost are fighting, and hes still crushing me. No idea what i really need from him to play. But 10-6 isnt it. Doubt ill get a shot at winning anything from him anyway. He did pay for table time before he left.

Who is this "Ronnie" you speak of? And What have you done w/ the "Locksmith"?!?!

Looks like the softer side came out in you. Oh, wait!!! This is the big set up where you hustle Phil for $50 next time!!!!!!!!!!

side note....... on your quote in your sig line, what if you can't accept the things you can't change?

another side note, I'd like all you guys to note the time. I'm not getting ready for bed, I'M HEADING TO WORK(rephrase that, I'm going to my place of employment where they pay me,"work" is a little strong)! Well, I'm at least gonna head in long enough for them to tell me that we are rained out.........
 
APA Tourney

I have to say thank you again to Randy Jones for putting on this tourney at Big Dog's! If anyone likes to play a handicap league system, play the APA. He has done so much for that league. I think he brought it back from the dead! Everyone remembers what it used to be like to play APA here in Des Moines, not good!

I also have to say thank you to my employees, who are putting in some long hours this weekend. They are a pretty dedicated group! I appreciate everything they do here!

Thanks again to the players!! We love having every one of you play at Big Dog's!! I wish the best to all of them as they play this weekend:)
 
I've been drunk since Sunday...Jon Brown bought me drinks...today is the damn Apocalypse right? Yeah I'll get 6-12 drinks with u. I'm gonna pretend I'm on vacation tonite and get some rum drinks going.
Yeah, that's right everyone, I bought Mike drinks!!! I know you all find that hard to believe, but it actually happened:) And no, the world isn't coming to an end either!
 
DId tournament go off? Probably won't make it anyway.

I ate lunch next to Ray Liotta at the Cheesecake factory. We didn't speak, nor did I get to towel him off.

Probably my closest brush with fame. Either of Mikey / Crawfish's stories would be 1000% better than mine.

Somehow, I can picture both of you in those positions and having the brass to push forward where many would fold the bluff and go home.

:joyful:

Hey, they are just people too. If it hadn't have been for her assistant, I might be Keith Milano! Probably not, but you can bet (not that I'd ever bet) that I'd have given it a better shot. Of course, I'm sure that's why they have assistants. To keep us hillbillies away from the star's a$$. And for those two of you that asked, the bikini was deep red. There's a visual for you.
 
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