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Barstool pose in leather

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Table & Chairs: LaLou – Zante Barstool Set – PG – [Also available in Adult]

Hot Tub: LaLou – Hot Tub – PG – [Also available in Adult]

Small Tables: Dictatorshop – Mode – Livingroom

Food & Drink: Fapple – Wine & Cheese Set

Coffee Table Plant: Cerridwen’s Cauldron – Monster Pothead – Colour Pack

Plants: One plant is from Apple Fall, and was a free gift at a birthday round of FaMESHed. Unfortunately I have no information on the other plants, other than they are called ‘Spanish Planters’. Sorry, I tried locating a store, but nothing came up.

 

Setting the Scene:

Balcony House Scene: Scarlet Creative – Monteverde Villa

Background House: Onsu – Rivercrest House – White

 

The Important Stuff:

 

LaLou – Zante Barstool Set:

 

High quality original mesh and textures created by the designer of Lalou.

Color change with HUD

Materials enabled.

Comes with homemade and original textured props

Automatically attached wearable props (when experiences is enabled at land, and accepted by the user)

Easy to adjust positions with the menu buttons or with the included helper prims.

Handpicked animations from some of the best SL animators.

Avsitter 2 engine, no poseballs

Lock-sit to not be disturbed by random sitters, or use it to kick an intruder from the furniture

made from stool bases and a couple of plastic plant drip trays and a can of paint

I'm pushing you away each time I pull up that ol' barstool

Drownin' you in every drop I drink

Telling you to go to hell but I'm talking to myself

'Cause you're not around to hear what I think

 

I'm trying to teach my heart to hate you but it ain't workin' right

Now the truth is I'm only drinkin' me lonely tonight

 

And Lord, it's more than just thirsty that I'm feeling inside

'Cause these tears I've been crying have left me bone dry

I wish the bartender had a cure I could buy

But the truth is I'm only drinkin' me lonely tonight

 

You said I'd have to choose between your love and this old bar room

I just laughed but I guess you knew best

Who cares who's right or wrong tonight, my better half is gone

And this whiskey's laying claim to all that's left

 

So I'll just order up another and pretend I'm all right

When the truth is I'm only drinkin' me lonely tonight

 

And Lord, it's more than just thirsty that I'm feeling inside

'Cause these tears I've been crying have left me bone dry

I wish the bartender had a cure I could buy

But the truth is I'm only drinkin' me lonely tonight

 

So I'll just order up another and pretend I'm all right

When the truth is I'm only drinkin' me lonely tonight

 

Chris Young - Drinkin' Me Lonely Tonight

Handpainted barstools

.... on the pier in Oceanside, CA

 

Explore #179 8/25/08 ... thank you so much for your comments and faves. ;)

Sheridan’s legendary Mint Bar has been serving frosty brews since 1907, with only a short hiatus* during prohibition (*The Mint Still ran a speakeasy in the back). The meeting place for cowboys, ranchers, locals and travelers alike to grab a barstool, kick back a cold one and spread the tall tales of town. Although the ice is no longer delivered via horse and carriage, the rustic cowboy character lives on. The Mint Bar is famous for the numerous animal mounts, local brands, and historic photos that adorn the walls, as well as the iconic neon sign displayed over the entryway.

  

Main Contact:

 

Monte Buckmaster

The Mint Bar

Owner

 

p: 307.751.1534

e: montebuckmaster@yahoo.com

 

151 N Main St

Sheridan, WY 82801

  

The trail through Tongue River Canyon comes off of State land near Amsden Creek Wildlife Habitat Area. The trail can be used year round. Beautiful canyon with shear limestone walls. On top, panoramic views of tributary canyons, wildflowers, and aspen clones. Notable features include a prominent keyhole. A popular area for hiking, climbing, fishing, and biking.

 

Link:

www.fs.usda.gov/bighorn

 

Main Contact:

 

Susan P Douglas

Public Affairs Specialist

Forest Service

 

Bighorn National Forest

p: 307-674-2658

c: 307-683-7019

e: spdouglas@fs.fed.us

 

2013 Eastside 2nd Street

Sheridan, WY 82801

  

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Photographs © 2016 Flash Parker.

Video by Salvatore Brown.

 

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Welcome to the official Sheridan Travel & Tourism Locations flickr page. For media inquiries, photo requests, or travel information, please email megan@sheridanwyoming.org or call 1(307)673-7120.

 

All photographs © 2016 Sheridan Travel & Tourism, and may not be used, copied, transmitted or altered in any way without express written consent. This image archive is maintained for promotional, non-commercial use only.

 

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Listing Information:

 

Listing Date: 11/29/16

Location Name: The Mint Bar

Listing Text By: Shawn Parker, Executive Director, Sheridan Travel & Tourism

Sexy pose with barstool.

Seen at a rummage shop near Buford Highway. I'd KILL to have these, but then I'd have to build a retro-lounge bar room onto the house just to put them in.

Hand painted funky bar stool

Barstool babe in boots

Perched on a bar stool in the HB Club, Portsmouth

Imagine the shock these two ragged farmers felt when they were suddenly addressed by a from across the bar. "What did you see?!" Bellowing, his heavily-accented words punched through the room like a sonic haymaker. He instantly commanded their attention.

 

He stepped down from the barstool so fast it almost appeared his body skipped a few frames, and within a breath the two farmers found themselves joined in their huddle by a hideous visage paired with the body of a ploughing ox. "Tell me. Now."

  

They shivered, stunned into stupors, beyond tongue-tied into voiceless as a drought overtook their mouths. How could he have heard their whispers over the ambient clatter of the bar around them? One looked to the other; one had his gaze frozen upon the stranger.

 

It was Alric who spoke first: "H-How did you...?"

 

"That is not an answer, serf." A thick, dirt and ash blackened finger stuck out like an accusing arrow at the frightened man. "It is not my ears that have been crippled." He tapped at the mangled strips of uneven scar tissue that covered his right eye. "My hearing is keen enough to scour nearby conversations for... topics of interest. It is my training. I am Armez Tefir. I am a specialist in these matters. So, again, repeat yourself, for my courtesy."

 

It was not courtesy that loosened Fellin's tongue, but strong trepidation. "It was a dragon," he exclaimed much less candidly than desired.

 

"What kind of dragon? Where exactly?"

 

The word had carried through the surrounding patrons in a matter of moments, and an impending panic seemed to follow immediately after. Armez boomed out a command. "Quiet!" Not all, but most obeyed. "There is no dragon here, you are safe." Still, most remained standing, unsettled by the mere notion of such a beast within chomping range.

 

Armez returned his attention to the two farmers. "Continue. Quieter."

 

"We... we saw it outside of the FEI-RIS facility outside of town. Fellin and I were returning from work late last night, and we took a shortcut through their freight yard."

 

Fellin nodded and interrupted. "Th-they were loading it into the main building from a big cargo container. A fancraft carried it in from the direction of the Alphaxian border, so we were pretty suspicious right away."

 

"FEI-RIS. I wonder what they want with a dragon." Armez grimaced ponderously. Alphaxia, what a surprise. He had only finished hunting the things in the Axephulids just one week ago. "What kind was it?"

 

"What kind?"

 

"Yes, what species of dragon? A Gray wyvryn? A Darvinsher's frostwurm? It's important."

 

Alric shrugged nervously, turning to his companion in the hope that he had a sufficient amount of knowledge to answer. He didn't. "Um, I... How can you tell?"

 

"What color was it? Give me an idea of size, too. Could you tell if the area around it had a rippling effect, like the air at the tip of a flame?"

 

That caught Fellin's attention. "Yeah! I said that, it looked those air ripples on pavement in the summer!"

 

So it was a fire breather. Armez tensed. He could have done without a fire breather. It struck him, though, that Alphaxia had many various indigenous species, but the climate was far too cold and the terrain too mountainous for a fire breather's metabolism to maintain. "Hmm. It may have gone through Alphaxia, but it could not have been from there. The size?"

 

Fellin glanced to Alric, seeking assistance. "Ehhh, what would you say, twenty feet long?"

 

"It was as big, if not just a little bigger, than the truck that hauled it in. It took up an entire flatbed."

 

Armez reminded himself that, as far as dragons go, twenty feet wasn't the biggest he had seen, let alone that he had fought. But it was twice the size of any fire breather he had dealt with, and close to the largest he'd heard of.

 

"So... why do you want to know all of this?"

 

"Because," Armez told them as he turned to leave the bar. "I'm going to collect its tongue and leave its body to rot." In the next moment, he had left to prepare, and Alric and Fellin of Govingrad were left, bewildered, in front of two half-finished pints of cider.

  

We made the barstools from bathroom toilet paper roll holders. Their shape was very good and shiny surface is just the chrome look we wanted for the diner. After much testing of different ways to make the seats we saw these ash trays in a lovely red or white, and placed them upside down for the stool seats. We used Styrofoam to seat them on the pedestal and sprayed the Styrofoam with a clear seal for durability.

On the barstool again 08.02.15

Mittens was perched on top of a pile of reusable grocery shopping bags, on the kitchen barstool. I couldn't help thinking of the story about the sensitive Princess who ran away and stopped to spend the night at a castle.

 

The Queen and mother of the handsome Prince tested her claim to Princess-ness by placing a pea under her mattress. Our Princess could not sleep and complained about the lump, so they added another mattress, and kept on doing it until it was a tower of mattresses. She could still detect the presence of the pea, which showed what a real princess she was.

George lived in a small Missouri town where everyone had an opinion about politics. Every diner booth, every barstool, every church basement seemed to echo with shouting about left, right, blue, red. People argued as if the fate of the universe hinged on their hot take.

 

But George discovered something radical: he just… stopped caring. He didn’t hate anyone for their views, didn’t waste his breath on debates. He simply tuned it out like static on a ham-radio frequency.

 

Instead, he filled his days with things that mattered. He photographed flowers pushing through the cracks of sidewalks. He walked trails along the Blue River. He wrote stories about time-traveling truckers and mysterious owls that never blinked. He checked in with friends, made a point to laugh daily, and kept his hands busy with projects that left him smiling when the sun went down.

 

While others lost sleep over headlines, George slept peacefully. His life became rich—not because he ignored the world, but because he chose the part of the world that fed his spirit instead of draining it.

 

The Daily Reminder

 

The TV shouts, the radios scream,

Headlines rattle like a bad dream.

Every corner, every street,

Politics pounding its restless beat.

 

So I whisper, soft but true,

“There’s something better I can do.”

A river walk, a flower’s face,

A quiet hour, a gentler space.

 

It isn’t easy, the noise is loud,

Like circus barkers pulling a crowd.

But I turn away, I choose my ground,

Where joy and peace are still around.

 

The world can argue, rage, and fight—

I’ll chase the geese in morning light.

Remind myself with each new day:

Life is bigger than what they say.

Nottingham 9th Sept 2015

The kind of music I can sit and drink a beer to leisurely on Saturday night. Plus, I like the view, salamat.

Beer Mugs N Barstools, 348 Minter Aveue, De Beque, Colorado. This bar was established in 2018. Google lists it as "permanently closed".

While I was in an ice cream parlor shooting for a TRP and FGR shot, my model and I noticed the shoes of one of the waitresses. Once we had finished our work, my model complimented the waitress on her colorful shoes and I asked if I could take a photograph or two of them.

 

The waitress, Cameron, wanted to know if her face would be in the photograph. After I assured her it would be shoes only, she agreed to stand on a barstool for this photograph. She said that she really liked her shoes, but her friends often kidded her about them. What do they know Cameron? Your shoes rock!

 

I thought about making Cameron my 74th stranger in my 100 Strangers project, but I decided against it. I've already done one combined Bench Monday and 100 Strangers shot. Another would be pushing my luck.

 

Thank you anyway Cameron, for almost being my 74th official stranger. You rock! Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the flickr group page.

 

The 100 Strangers website can be found at 100strangers.com/

 

Nikkor 50mm ƒ1.8, Available Light

 

View Large and on Black

 

The original shot

This was the photo used for the August 2007 issue of BarStool Magazine... here is a picture of the issue itself!

 

The rest of the photos from the shoot can be found over here... check the set out, there are some more fun shots there!

Any one want to join me at Happy Hour. There are plenty of seats left at the bar.

American Legion Post 111

Somerset Wisconsin

 

Saturday morning my wife and I drove up to Somerset Wisconsin to watch the barstool races. This annual event raises money for charities, schools and fire departments in the area

At Hergetova Cihelna, Prague.

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