So Pops turned 65 on September 20. Yeah well, his son Jesse was saying that Monday morning is a workday n’all maybe we should celebrate Sunday afternoon with some chocolate cake n’all. Well, fancy pulling that off while playing pool on a Sunday afternoon at Welcome Inn. Lynnett will usually speak as if she knows what she is talking about, especially if she doesn’t have a clue. “ Hold up there Pilgrim! I’ll make a Chocalate Cake,” we sat and looked at her. “No, trust me, you’ll love it.” We sat some more. First, you must understand that Pops and I were raised to always trust the bartender. And is why Pops finally agreed and is also why 8 glasses hit the counter and Lynnett began apouring. Peer pressure is a real thing, and groaning aloud I said I might try it. I didn’t want to ruin a whiskey neat to some weird Grandma thing, but suddenly there I was knocking back a Chocalate Cake at Welcome Inn. Oh my Gosh! Wowie Zowie a Chocalate Birthday Cake in a glass of hooch! Hearing others say they couldn’t believe it tasted like Chocalate Cake allowed me to concur, a bit incredulously, but I definitely concurred. Just more proof of course for Pops and I, that our early childhood ltraining to trust our bartender was another essential lesson in our life. So, Happy Birthday Pops, thanks, the Cake was great! And hey, if you have never drank a Choclate Birthday Cake, you might try it. We sang a little Birthday diddy as Pops drank his Cake.Then, giggling some, we went back to playing pool.