The night before proved to be a little too much for Tantric Ninja, as he did not roll out of bed until early afternoon.
After our usual breakfast at Al Johnson’s, PH and I decided to hit the deck again and soak in some more sun. Tip; don’t fall asleep on your stomach without putting sunscreen on your back; I fried my back, and had two endure two days of stingy pain. As PH spent most of his time on the deck writing his resignation letter, I lay in my boxers and took in the nature around me, pesky bugs and all. All the while, Tantric Ninja lay snoring away the day; most likely texting his lady during sudden awaken moments, and then hiding his phone from capture.
Soon the iPhone boys would be arriving and playing with their new mechanism all day. CB, aka the Mole, was in one of his moods (not a good one) as he was having difficulty registering his phone, thus useless. Meanwhile, Jesse James was showing us all the cool stuff the iPhone could do; we felt like little kids, playing Atari’s Stampede for the first time. Soon, Tantric Ninja awoke, the iPhone boys put their toys away, and we got together to develop the nights game plan, although we had a pretty solid idea of what was in store.
Crack an egg into the hamburger meat
I took on the duty of preparing dinner. I was afraid to admit that I had not much experience getting a coal grill going, and my ignorance shined as I just threw the coals in, added some lighter fluid, and dropped a match. I was not aware of the pile effect, not dousing the fluid for broad burning capabilities. Luckily Jesse James came over to help and soon the grill was ready.
I decided to put an egg into the hamburger meat. I had heard about it once before, but had yet to try. Everyone noticed something odd with the consistency of the burgers, and bitched accordingly, exclaiming that I did not know what-the-hell I was doing. I remained calm, confident in my culinary exploits, and eventually delivered phenomenal burgers, in which all enjoyed with much delight! Now that our stomachs were full, time to hit Gordon Lodge!
Once again, Gordon Lodge provided an amazing venue for the sunset. CB thoroughly enjoyed the experience and commenced in taking photo after photo. Jesse James, meanwhile, shared his new iPhone will the patrons around the bar; oohs and ahs decorated the mood inside.
Although we got invited to an outdoor Reggae party, we decided it was a slight bit too cold to venture to an outdoor fiesta, besides, there is a good chance of underagers and we were not apt to reliving our high school daze. Off to JJ’s again.
JJ’s was, walk in, walk out. Since Husby’s was such a blast, we decided to hit it up again. As soon as we walked in, the bouncer said with a smile, “No stool throwing today boys.” Ha! We agreed ordered some grub, some drinks, put in $20 of juke box songs, and got some quarters for the pool table, where Tantric Ninja and I proceeded to demolish everyone who dared challenge the Maine boys. After a number of RBV’s and pool games, we decided to cause some trouble. Tantric Ninja become best buds with the owner and deemed it necessary to celebrate with shots, and then some more shots, and then topped it off with a couple of more shots. Either he was in search of tantric enlightenment through soco sours, or had indeed let the fresh air get the best him; regardless, the ninja was pulling out all of his swords. Meanwhile, Jesse James was building quite the rep, and earned a new name, PNNN, “Phone number? No? Next. He was like Balboa in search of a new frontier. While Jesse James was hitting on everything that walked, Scott getting chummy with the owner, CB, who knows, PH and I were thinking it was time for a new scene; why not Sister Bowl?
Ever wonder what a mix should be outlawed; late night bowling after a plethora of RBVs and soco sours. Sister Bowl proved to be the venue for this poor mix. Picture this, CB keeping score for Tantric Ninja, PH and I, while Jesse James is sitting at the bar wondering what happened to himself. Soon, through my lack of skill, I decided to join Jesse, and just in the nick-of-time, as bowling turned to full-contact bowling, and I knew I would get carried away with that.
After many laughs, tons of gutter balls, and some strange conversations with the locals, we decided to call it a night. Suddenly, we her, “Get away from us,” and see Jesse James giving it one last shot. Through the corner of my eye I saw Scott talking on his phone and felt it necessary to steal it away and ramble sweet nothings into the receiver. Soon, phone in hand, Tantric Ninja was dousing me with his beer and I laughed like a little girl, and joined in, emptying the contents of my beer all over him. How we walked out with our beers I have no idea, but this I know, there is nothing like ending the night with a shower…OFF TO DAY THREE