My Personal Journals

I have had numerous journals that I list as ‘Personal’. These are the ones that I write….well personal stuff! The large black one was started in October 2009, yes almost ten years ago! And I am still not done with it, I am not as consistent as I would like to be.

The other one I bough at a renaissance festival on September 1, 2012. I could not help it, I have an addiction and it had to be fed! This is my travel easy personal journal. I tend to keep this one with me at work or on trips. The journal itself is completely hand made, had sewn and bounded! So, yes I HAD to have it even though my other journal was still being written in!

Each one of these have my life stories, worries, thoughts and life events. They even have actual artifacts from some of these said events. I will be adding some of these as time goes on, they will be out of order and pop up in random post. Because that is kind of how my brain works….

I am going to share one of those stories along with a life artifact:

One night back in 2011 Doug (My brother-in-law) and I decided we were going to walk to a local watering hole, it was one of those places we always said that we were going to visit but never did. Well this was to be the night we took that adventure. The name of the bar is Nugent’s Tavern, it is in Elizabeth New Jersey and if you are a fan of beers, bar food and pool please visit. It is a small local bar located right off the sidewalk in your friendly neighborhood of Elizabeth. *wink wink*

So, the walk over was pretty uneventful. We get there and there is a pretty good crowd, so we mossy on in and plop ourselves down. There was nothing in the atmosphere that put us on our guard, hell I was pretty sure we were the only people in here that were not off duty cops! I currently did not have any warrants, all of Doug’s were from other states and we had not done anything yet!

So the night wore on, we slugged back the amber nectar of the gods, we joked with a few people around us, made our one night moment friends and all was good. But then I felt someone tap me on my shoulder, and I turn to my right. Nothing. I turn left thinking it was Doug, but what was before me confirmed it was not Doug. He was in handcuffs! I was rather drunk at this point so it really took about 30 seconds for me to register what was going on. And also the fact he was alone wearing handcuffs was messing with me. I mean, it would have made more sense if there were a group of cops holding him against the bar in handcuffs, but this was just….odd.

In my slow-mo state I do not think I even batted an eye, and then the owner of the cuffs came over laughed and unlocked him. Doug then thought it would be a good idea to challenge this joker. He wanted to see if he could unlock the handcuffs while locked in them. So he snapped the prong off one of the forks and then proceeded to fail at getting out of the handcuffs.

He was eventually let out of them and we all got a good laugh, drank some more and I swear I saw the same joker pinch Doug’s ass. But that might have been me making shit up, I have a horrible time with my memory and alcohol almost always makes things…fuzzy. Even to the point I might have a few detail mixed up, but it did happen and here is the souvenir of that night:

Good times were had by all, I have been back to this bar a few more times. But sadly that was the only real story from this place. There will be more stories to come and more post about my journals,

So till next post; journal often, journal more and take pictures of everything.