Lonnie is the life of the party.  She’s lighthearted, fun loving and in good spirits (especially when she indulges in the same), usually on Friday night, usually at Trails End Sports Bar up in Eustis.

She boasts a south Philly accent and the ability to bend an elbow with the best of them. Behind her begins the party line.

But once in a while something goes awry and when Lonnie gets useless in Eustis she crosses the party line.

She sits alone at the bar, her head too heavy for her neck, one fist pulling her eye oriental, the other clutching her Gin and with a mouth full of cotton, she mumbles incoherently, over and over, to the stains and the cracks in the bar. If you lean in close, you can make out her soaked words:  “Mothers, Dirty, dirty, Mothers.”

Then everyone knows it’s time to take Lonnie home for that is her ‘end of the party’ line.