Right...
I really haven't done anything interesting lately, I swear.
Then there was tonight... if someone were following us around w/ a camera, I'm sure it would make for a sitcom pilot or After School Special, or something (with a lot of editing, obviously).
Was rudely awakend by my Squeezypet at the crack of 5:30pm. "If you want tasty German food, you have to get up!"
Eventually made it out to Willow Tree Cafe in Sanford. Great place... I'd really have to do a whole entry just on Willow Tree to give it justice. Highlights? Tiny boy-child (maybe 7-ish?) playing "Brian Boru" on the fiddle, & the owner handing us a 2 liter boot of beer. I guess the rules are that if we can drink the whole boot in one round, we get it for free (everybody drinks once, you stop drinking once the boot leaves your lips, the boot never touches the table). Theo (the owner) even gave us the tip about being careful of the splash near the end. Almost in unison, we all responded w/ "yeah, we've seen the movie" (Beerfest for any of you philistines who've not yet enjoyed it). Gary & I were s'posed to finish the boot, the idea being that anything the rest of the table couldn't finish, we'd down for them.
Well, Gary got backwash, & I got nothing. Apparently the SomaCow folks are better drinkers than we give ourselves credit for. I declared the first quote of the night from Jen: "I could have drunk more, but Gary wanted some".
So, yeah. Willow Tree = SuperGoodTimes!
Alas, most everybody had to work in the morning, so G & I were left by ourselves to rendevous w/ Natasha. Natasha is a waitress at WT, whom Gary has talked with before & wanted to talk w/ some more. We met after WT closed at The Alley, a Blues bar a little bit away.
Natasha is awesome. She grew up in Moscow, & has been in the US for about 5 years, now. She went to school for fashion design, but ended up waitressing at the WT, & loves it (I blame Theo for that. Hell, *I* want to waitress at the WT!). We closed down The Alley (this is Sanford, so The Alley closed at midnight), then piled into Natasha's car to find another bar. Eventually found our way to a place whose name I can't recall, but had sand on the floor. Seriously...everything covered in about an inch of sand. Awesome! :D We hung out w/ some guy named Jay who knew Natasha. Natasha tried to teach us all something we thought was a drinking game: everybody sits w/ their hands on the table, alternating... like, Gary's left hand, Natasha's left hand, Gary's right hand, Natasha's right hand, Jay's left hand, my left hand, Jay's right hand, my right hand. Gary starts by smacking the table twice w/ his left hand, then everybody smacks the table once in succession (NL,GR,NR,JL,ML,JR) then once it gets to my right hand, I smack the table twice & it goes back around... so, GL2,NL,GR,NR,JL,ML,JR,MR2,JR,ML,JL,NR,GR,NL,GL2,NL,GR...etc). It's much harder than it sounds, especially when you've already closed down 2 bars. After playing it for awhile, Natasha admits that it's not actually a drinking game so much as something you play in Moscow when you're 5. I guess we're all much stupider than 5 yr olds in Moscow. Can't say I'm surprised.
Eventually the sand bar closed, too, & we shuffled outside... where there's a gaggle of other drunkards on the sidewalk.
"Hey! Who's an animal lover?"
Oh, fuck.
"Why...what are you trying to get rid of?"
"We've got this baby bird, & don't know what to do with it... here, touch it so it'll be your fault that the momma bird won't take it!"
"That's actualy a myth, but here..."
So, we aquired a baby mockingbird outside a bar in Sanford at 2am. Said mockingbird baby is currently snoozing in a fastfood cup Natasha had in her car, lined w/ napkins Squeezypet had in his, the whole thing cradled in my lap where it's warm & dark (let's take the cracks about my crotch as read, shall we? ;P ). I've put in calls to a couple of wildlife rescues in the area, hoping they'll call me back before the little birdle is dead. Can't try putting him back in a nest, even a makeshift one near the original, because he lived somewhere in Sanford w/ a bunch of drunks.
Drunkards were amazed that I knew that it was a mockingbird, & what should be done with it. Well, yeah... we had one of these around our house last year. It died. I don't have high hopes for this one, but I figure being warm in a fast food cup for your last night beats being passed around by well-meaning drunkards & force-fed who knows what.
So, that's my night. Compared to this sort of thing, you can probably see why I don't bother reporting the usual "played Guild Wars... and a little solitaire... watched TV... read a book".
Then there was tonight... if someone were following us around w/ a camera, I'm sure it would make for a sitcom pilot or After School Special, or something (with a lot of editing, obviously).
Was rudely awakend by my Squeezypet at the crack of 5:30pm. "If you want tasty German food, you have to get up!"
Eventually made it out to Willow Tree Cafe in Sanford. Great place... I'd really have to do a whole entry just on Willow Tree to give it justice. Highlights? Tiny boy-child (maybe 7-ish?) playing "Brian Boru" on the fiddle, & the owner handing us a 2 liter boot of beer. I guess the rules are that if we can drink the whole boot in one round, we get it for free (everybody drinks once, you stop drinking once the boot leaves your lips, the boot never touches the table). Theo (the owner) even gave us the tip about being careful of the splash near the end. Almost in unison, we all responded w/ "yeah, we've seen the movie" (Beerfest for any of you philistines who've not yet enjoyed it). Gary & I were s'posed to finish the boot, the idea being that anything the rest of the table couldn't finish, we'd down for them.
Well, Gary got backwash, & I got nothing. Apparently the SomaCow folks are better drinkers than we give ourselves credit for. I declared the first quote of the night from Jen: "I could have drunk more, but Gary wanted some".
So, yeah. Willow Tree = SuperGoodTimes!
Alas, most everybody had to work in the morning, so G & I were left by ourselves to rendevous w/ Natasha. Natasha is a waitress at WT, whom Gary has talked with before & wanted to talk w/ some more. We met after WT closed at The Alley, a Blues bar a little bit away.
Natasha is awesome. She grew up in Moscow, & has been in the US for about 5 years, now. She went to school for fashion design, but ended up waitressing at the WT, & loves it (I blame Theo for that. Hell, *I* want to waitress at the WT!). We closed down The Alley (this is Sanford, so The Alley closed at midnight), then piled into Natasha's car to find another bar. Eventually found our way to a place whose name I can't recall, but had sand on the floor. Seriously...everything covered in about an inch of sand. Awesome! :D We hung out w/ some guy named Jay who knew Natasha. Natasha tried to teach us all something we thought was a drinking game: everybody sits w/ their hands on the table, alternating... like, Gary's left hand, Natasha's left hand, Gary's right hand, Natasha's right hand, Jay's left hand, my left hand, Jay's right hand, my right hand. Gary starts by smacking the table twice w/ his left hand, then everybody smacks the table once in succession (NL,GR,NR,JL,ML,JR) then once it gets to my right hand, I smack the table twice & it goes back around... so, GL2,NL,GR,NR,JL,ML,JR,MR2,JR,ML,JL,NR,GR,NL,GL2,NL,GR...etc). It's much harder than it sounds, especially when you've already closed down 2 bars. After playing it for awhile, Natasha admits that it's not actually a drinking game so much as something you play in Moscow when you're 5. I guess we're all much stupider than 5 yr olds in Moscow. Can't say I'm surprised.
Eventually the sand bar closed, too, & we shuffled outside... where there's a gaggle of other drunkards on the sidewalk.
"Hey! Who's an animal lover?"
Oh, fuck.
"Why...what are you trying to get rid of?"
"We've got this baby bird, & don't know what to do with it... here, touch it so it'll be your fault that the momma bird won't take it!"
"That's actualy a myth, but here..."
So, we aquired a baby mockingbird outside a bar in Sanford at 2am. Said mockingbird baby is currently snoozing in a fastfood cup Natasha had in her car, lined w/ napkins Squeezypet had in his, the whole thing cradled in my lap where it's warm & dark (let's take the cracks about my crotch as read, shall we? ;P ). I've put in calls to a couple of wildlife rescues in the area, hoping they'll call me back before the little birdle is dead. Can't try putting him back in a nest, even a makeshift one near the original, because he lived somewhere in Sanford w/ a bunch of drunks.
Drunkards were amazed that I knew that it was a mockingbird, & what should be done with it. Well, yeah... we had one of these around our house last year. It died. I don't have high hopes for this one, but I figure being warm in a fast food cup for your last night beats being passed around by well-meaning drunkards & force-fed who knows what.
So, that's my night. Compared to this sort of thing, you can probably see why I don't bother reporting the usual "played Guild Wars... and a little solitaire... watched TV... read a book".