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Cocktail Table With Stools

cocktail table with stools
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  • coffee table: low table where magazines can be placed and coffee or cocktails are served
  • These machines are smaller versions of the standard pinball machine, usually about the size of a cocktail table, from where they get their name. These machines have no backbox and the playfield top glass is unsloped and horizontal, allowing drinks to be placed on it.
  • A long and low table normally positioned in front of a sofa, which provides a surface for serving. Find a coffee table.
  • (of a plant) Throw up shoots from the root
  • Cut back (a plant) to or near ground level in order to induce new growth
  • (stool) a simple seat without a back or arms
  • (stool) fecal matter: solid excretory product evacuated from the bowels
  • (stool) lure with a stool, as of wild fowl
cocktail table with stools - Prairie Leisure
Prairie Leisure Design Round Cocktail Stool - Berry Blue
Prairie Leisure Design Round Cocktail Stool - Berry Blue
Perfect for your country garden, patio, or backyard! Prairie Leisure Adirondack products have a traditional design and are made in the USA from Spanish Cedar, North American Hardwood, Aspen or Maple. Prairie Leisure furniture comes with detailed assembly instructions. for added strength, glue, bolts, screws, and dowels are used in each product. Prairie Leisure Adirondack furniture is easy to maintain. They may be washed with a mild detergent and water to remove surface dust and dirt. Color: Berry Blue. Dimensions: 25" H x 15" W.

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The Regulars
The Regulars
It was laundry night and the spin-cycle just started. I hid my soap under the bench out back and walked across the street to grab a bite at Derf’s. I sat at the bar and ordered the usual (Chili Dog and vodka on the rocks with two olives) and dove into my book. 4 of the 6 stools at the bar were full, me at the end, Ed the regular near the TV watching tennis, the sailor and the cowboy. The cowboy’s drunk and he’s hitting on the bartender all sorts and while I think she’s pretty cute I play it cool to ease the drunk and horny tension being spewed across the bar. Ed doesn’t give a shit. It’s match point and he’s 6 vodka-crans deep. The sailor knows the cowboy through mutual friends but begins to become confrontational when the cowboy mentions that he too, races boats on Wednesdays. The bartender’s kinda freaked now. She pays more attention to the tables than us. I say us, because now I’m in it with them. “Fuck off ya fucking liberals!” the cowboy said. Ed and the sailor grumbled a bit but then absorbed their woes into the tennis match. “You’re not a fucking liberal, are you?” the cowboy asked me. I looked up from my book, I hadn’t read a word since the cowboy sat down, but I was still staring at the pages. “I don’t think I’m a liberal. All my buddies call me a republican but the truth of the matter is I rarely even vote. Lost interest in politics when I started to study them” I said. “Ah fuck you. That’s fucking worse than being a liberal. Buncha pussies!” He called the bartender over and ordered a martini, straight-up, with a twist. The cowboy sipped his martini slowly. “Whadya reading?” he slurred. “It’s a collection of short stories by John Fante.” “Oh yeah? He any good?” I nodded my head. “Ya know, one of my best pals does that stuff.” “Does what?” “Writes books. TC Boyle. Ya heard of him?” I nodded my head again. He called the bartender over, only a quarter of the way finished with his martini and ordered another. She turned to prepare his drink but he stopped her. “Wait a minute, missy. I wanna buy a shot for everyone at the bar. Herradora. Only gold. None of that silver shit.” I hadn’t had tequila since my 21st birthday. I ended up puking all over myself and falling asleep in the freshly planted flowerbed outside of my parent’s house. I was apprehensive but he was a drunken cowboy and I was just drunk. We raised our glasses and threw it back. His glass hit the bar, then mine, then Ed the regular and the sailor both daintily put their half full glasses down beside their cocktails. The cowboy got offended, called them both pussies and bought me and him another. We toasted, drank and then went for one more. He threw a wad of cash at the bartender and walked out asking what her sign was. She never answered and he never knew. In his departure he left a 5 dollar tip and one and a half martinis. The bartender smiled at me and said, “Looks like it’s your lucky night.” I imagined what she’d look like naked, orange and probably sloppier than she looked clothed, and then grabbed the free drink she was handing me. “I probably shouldn’t drink this,” I said. She went to throw it out but before she could, I threw it back in one gulp. I liked the look of a 5 dollar tip, so I left her one too. As i walked out I laughed and under my breath called Ed the regular and the sailor “fucking liberals”. My laundry wasn’t dry by the time I got back to it. I forgot to switch it over. I did so, then walked over to McConnel’s Ice-cream. I ordered a scoop of Turkish Coffee on a sugar cone and the cute girl scooping it said, “Sombody’s gunna be up all night!” I smiled a sloppy smile and told her the coffee would probably just balance things out. Back at the laundromat I took a seat, finished off the cone and fell asleep until the manager told me it was closing time.
lucky me
lucky me
I love this photo of my grandpa and me from when I was little. It brings back so many memories. I was grateful for the opportunity to write them down today. This is my digitally stitched version but you can see the individual pages in my gallery. Journaling reads: "I remember...countless games of HooskerDo at the kitchen table...cuddling on his lap watching jars full of candy...the Mickey Mouse stool in the basement...tomato plants behind the garage...the cement patio where he'd sit and watch me play...lunch dates at Fantz with shrimp cocktail and orange sherbet...the scruff of his moustache...fresh baked bread & pizelles...typed out birthday notes. I remember the good stuff, I remember an amazing man I called "Poppa". I often wonder what he'd think of me today-the things I do, the person I've become. I wonder what he'd say or what we'd talk about. I never wonder about could I? 10 February 2011" Supplies Used: Cardstock: The Paper Company Patterned Paper: My Mind's Eye Punch: Fiskars Stamp: Studio G Embossing Powder: American Crafts Die-cut: Quickutz Adhesive: Tombow Pen: Staedtler

cocktail table with stools
cocktail table with stools
Marion Round Cocktail w/ 4 Backless Stools By Ashley Furniture
With dark finishes and a rich contemporary design, the "Marion" occasional table collection offers a unique style that is sure to enhance the living space of any home decor. The birch veneer is beautifully bathed in a dark brown finish and supports a clear beveled float glass insert table tops that perfectly captures the essence of contemporary styling. The round cocktail features four matching stools beautifully upholstered in a medium brown faux leather upholstery that fit flawlessly underneath the table. Accent your living room with the contemporary style of the "Marion" occasional table collection.