(no subject)
"Hey kids. You're drunk and camping on the beach right now. I'm in a shitty motel in Ontario next to the biggest cow pasture in the world and the wind. has just. shifted." - Alfonz
From Kelly's dad, a message he left on my phone a couple years back while Kel and I were camping at San Elijo. Drink a couple glasses of gin and say that last part really slowly to yourself. I miss partying with Alfonz. I always loved when I'd get off of work and spend like 5 hours in his bar. It'd be 7:00p and we'd both be knee deep in shots of Wild Turkey, gin & tonics, margaritas, and cheap beer.
My other favorite Alfonz moment was when Kel and I met him for camping at New Brighton State Beach. He had been there a night already when we got there. Kelly and I don't see him around anywhere, but his truck is there so we start calling out for him. We're practically screaming his name and getting no response. So we diddle around for a few minutes before deciding to just grab some beers and wait it out. We open up the cooler and not 5 seconds after we reach in we see the tent flap zip open and Al comes screaming out of there groggily, dressed in nothing but tighty-whiteys and wielding a machete. Mind you, the tent was probably 50 feet from the ice chest and he was napping. He couldn't hear us screaming for him, but the second we went for the beer, his spidey senses started tingling and he snapped right into action.
He's a true hero. I used to think that Kelly was bullshitting me when she told me about him. Then I met him and realized that he was actually being sold quite short. Stories involving Alfonz are rarely exaggerated.
After partying with him, Kelly and Bobby all night, I somehow woke up the next morning in the backseat of my own car wearing plaid shorts, a tank top, a bomber hat, and an army trenchcoat. If there's any outfit that screams "HANGOVER" more than that, I've not seen it yet.
From Kelly's dad, a message he left on my phone a couple years back while Kel and I were camping at San Elijo. Drink a couple glasses of gin and say that last part really slowly to yourself. I miss partying with Alfonz. I always loved when I'd get off of work and spend like 5 hours in his bar. It'd be 7:00p and we'd both be knee deep in shots of Wild Turkey, gin & tonics, margaritas, and cheap beer.
My other favorite Alfonz moment was when Kel and I met him for camping at New Brighton State Beach. He had been there a night already when we got there. Kelly and I don't see him around anywhere, but his truck is there so we start calling out for him. We're practically screaming his name and getting no response. So we diddle around for a few minutes before deciding to just grab some beers and wait it out. We open up the cooler and not 5 seconds after we reach in we see the tent flap zip open and Al comes screaming out of there groggily, dressed in nothing but tighty-whiteys and wielding a machete. Mind you, the tent was probably 50 feet from the ice chest and he was napping. He couldn't hear us screaming for him, but the second we went for the beer, his spidey senses started tingling and he snapped right into action.
He's a true hero. I used to think that Kelly was bullshitting me when she told me about him. Then I met him and realized that he was actually being sold quite short. Stories involving Alfonz are rarely exaggerated.
After partying with him, Kelly and Bobby all night, I somehow woke up the next morning in the backseat of my own car wearing plaid shorts, a tank top, a bomber hat, and an army trenchcoat. If there's any outfit that screams "HANGOVER" more than that, I've not seen it yet.