What can a man say? Tillicum, the name brings to mind that never-lasting moment before you let loose your passion upon a ever waiting landing patch of flesh, warm with a pinkish delight to it. This feeling is the exact feeling I got from this little treasure trove of wonder and booze. THe first thing that comes to mind is a angelic waitress named Sara(h), "Drinkies", her supple lips conveyed to us in such a teasing way. Then the offer of a pitcher of Guinness. "dear God", I proclaimed, the idea of this absurdity was just enough to make me lose my load, but not quite yet.

The next moment of greatness that took place, between sara sightings was my trip to the restroom. Mirrors mirrors everywhere, and for a vain guy like me, heaven, pure sweet ecstasy. For others, HELL, at the sights they must put up with (I'm not naming any names). Finally the coup de gra, the band. Norman "boogie-cat" Sylvester and the boys. It was that fantastic blues music you read about in books. It was full and true to the blues sound. It had a lot to due with the voice, but the carefree nature made it all a grand sight to see. It was if these guys were past lights, past screaming ladies(almost), past the large stages that the younger tots crave so much. They were guys playing music, the would play if they were alone, they would play if they had other things to do. It was classic, and coupled with all the other splendors and wonders it seemed just as the name projects, TILLICUM!!! And cum I did.

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