I put down a fork of the worst refried beans I’ve had in years and nearly spit my margarita out when Tipsy Mcstumbles tells the table he broke up with the girl who was not his girlfriend on New Year’s Eve. Bama says “How do you break up with someone who’s not your girlfriend in the first place?” “Well she just really pissed me off so I told her she had to get all her shit out of the house tomorrow.” I read between the lines and think Tipsy suddenly realized he in fact had a girlfriend, freaked out, then on impulse broke up with her at the bar and made her cry 20 minutes after NYE. That’s one way to start a new year. Mine was mellower and I spent it with The Lady in Lake Tahoe watching 60,000 street revelers from 19 Bar at Harveys. I used to be the first one into the middle of a crowd that size but now I’m content to watch the action from 19 Floors up avoiding the massive snow ball fights, drunken amateurs, fist fights for girls, and 10 degree weather. It was great to kiss The Lady on New Year’s Eve knowing we have special plans to put into action for 2011.
The Lady is on her way back to Sippi so I’m riding solo again this episode. Yesterday I was happy flying 35,000 feet over Texas when I realized I’d be in Florida in 3 hours instead of 3 days. I love driving and taking road trips but after7 coast to coast trips to end 2010 I’ve made it my resolution for 2011 to get reacquainted with airplanes. Right now a group of us are sitting at a Mexican restaurant in Cocoa Beach, Fl waiting for the waitress to tally up separate checks for 12 people. We asked her not to because we’re in a hurry; so far it’s taken 25 minutes and the pitchers of margaritas and beer are empty and troops are ready to move onto the Irish Pub. The Pub is across the street from our beach front hotel. It’s nice staying on the beach but unfortunately we won’t have any time to enjoy the perks so it’s also a form of torture to wake up looking at wild dolphins swimming in the Atlantic Ocean then watch surfers grind on waves as we load into our shuttle vans like cattle going out to graze. The Pub is a nice quiet Irish Bar with a few beach bum locals. Fortunately the establishment allows smoking so for the next ten days it’s going to be a loud after hours production bar. I’ve been here three days and have met NASA Engineers, NASA Astronauts, Clean Cut Military people and the locals we met last night. I often forget how southern Florida actually is. I saw first hand last night some fine examples of Southern Rednecks running around town. As expected there are more strip clubs than I’ve seen since the last time I was in Florida. They are up and down the main drag and the crew is gearing up for a big Friday night but I’m ducking out from that scene tonight. I’m sure the van ride to work tomorrow will have a spirited game of smell my finger and a few names will be put onto the kill board in the camera truck. When this crew is on the road nothing less than complete debauchery is brought up for discussion.
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