It’s 6am on day 18. I’m on the floor in the living room of a 7 bed condo, fully clothed (shoes and all) and my camera is still strapped to my wrist. What the fuck happened last night? Time to view the playback. Hmm. Last picture explains why I’m on the floor. Mike was on the floor with some sunglasses on and I thought it would be funny to take a pic with him. Apparently, I also thought it would be funny to pass out for the night there. Previous pic was me taking a picture of myself in a mirror. I was drunk, but wanted to confirm it in the morning. Consider that confirmed. About three pics back and the pieces start coming back. There’s still a few pieces missing, but for the most part here’s how our day off went down.
Our day was mostly spent away from each other. Not that we don’t like hanging out, but this place is big and we all have some down time to catch up on things. Mike and Ed head off to grab a bite to eat in town and stock up on supplies. What they find out is that all of South Fork is hungover. Shops are closed because of it. Interesting. Manny is holed up in his room recovering still. Jeff is…you know I have know idea where Jeff is. Probably sharpening his chinese stars somewhere. When evening hits, the Guttermouth guys join us for a barbeque. Mike is all over it. The guy can cook. He’s got four burners going and manning the grill at the same time. I’m all over it too. I am drinking a whiskey and coke and a beer. You see life is all about variety. Between us and the other guys, we have a lot of variety tonight. Vodka, Beam, Wine, Jameson, Sweet Tea Vodka, Jager and two 30 packs of beer. Side note, Dave made us some of the best spicy barbeque chicken I have ever had. Thanks man. That shit was legit.
So the night goes on and bottles are dropping like kamikaze planes. Maybe rest wasn’t what we needed. Back comes the acoustic and more drinking and singing. Dave also teaches us a sweet dice game called 1324. I get hot on the dice and pick up some cash. Jeff gets hotter on the dice and takes back my money. Then we play a card game that has something to do with horse races. It’s a drinking game. Just what we need. More bottles fall victim. I fall victim to a limbo contest. Ed wins by a landslide and then lectures us on the intricacies of leverage and balance. Sheriously. The secret he says is to bend at the knees. Mike spearheads a new gang. The no-t-shirt gang. Mike and Drew run outside in the freezing temperatures of South Fork to claim rights to the land. This is probably the point that we run out of booze. Mike warms himself by the fire with some sunglasses. It reminds me I need to take a picture of that. Goodnight South Fork. At least I think that’s what happened.
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