My pilot friend Tobin was in town for the weekend which was awesome because pilot schedules are pretty crazy so whenever he has time to spend in Huntsville it's good stuff. However, he came down with some kind of crazy migraine deal pretty much as soon as he got here and headed home after a couple. It just sucked that I had no Advil or Tylenol (as per his request) on hand to help him out. I know it sounds weird but I just literally never take that shit so I don't really have any in that spot behind the bathroom mirror that most normal humans do. My bad - sorry Tobs - a good "hey how are ya" Friday night was had tho, all traveled safe. Afterwards, I went down to the pub with the boys (Ben, Cory, & later Tebby & Lev) for a couple pints.
Now I don't know about you, but when a place is super mellow, & you're already feeling mellow it doesn't exactly make you want to rage, even if you are kinda tipsy. So after a couple tunes & pints of Sapporo I grabbed a slice of pepperoni & hit the hay. It wasn't until the next day that I learned that Cory Ben & Tebby had paid a clandestine visit to my abode to collect Tebby's 26 of Vodka that had been residing in my freezer since the other weekend. (I don't drink hard liquor). It's kind of a weird feeling to know that people were in your joint doing whatever while you're passed out haha - I'll deal.
Saturday night was live - all the homies over, doing silly shit, being dumb, shotgunning PBR, whatever - it was sweet. Sweeter was when we all (Mopey, Ben, Tebby, Cory, Tobin) traipsed down to the pub at about 1:00 to find the place all but empty but receptive to drunks. When you're drunk you're drunk & one of the awesome things about the pub is being there on a night when you and your crew can just wild out, which is what we did. Refilling pints behind the bar? Check - long as you pay for it. Slide your tunes onto the system? Check - long as it's not shit. Gracious thank you's to Sass & Bridget - thanks sweethearts!!! I don't mean that in a demeaning kind of way, these girls put up with Drunk Cory + all the rest of us AND played our tunes. That's what you call serving your base - making a good night for those you know will be back. Anywho, Saturday night was awesome - after party @ my place including bongo drums & then slept right through that annoying daylight savings crap. Had a tasty breakfast at Louis II with James Ben & Lev around noon or whatever on Sunday. Followed up with a solid Sunday afternoon loiter right in front of that wack t-shirt place - Big Bear or whatever.
Now I know you're probly thinking - skid material. No doubt - I don't disagree. But there was a hole in the concrete between the sidewalk & that store's front stoop. And there is nothing that draws a pack of hungover dudes's attention meandering down the street more than a crack in the sidewalk. This thing looked like it could quite possibly be a gaping peek-hole into the depths of the abyss. So like drooling retards watching CNN we promptly formed a semi-circle around the potential satanic volcanic eruption and hypothesized. After about 5 minutes of poking & peering our loitering caught the store operator's attention - not wanting to jeopardize potential business opportunities due to lurkers behaving like retards in front of his store he walked out & asked us how we were doing. Very nice of him, but as any moron could see at a glance, we were 4 hungover dudes checking out a hole in the sidewalk - we were doing Awesome, thanks. Turns out he was as interested in the Gaping Hole of Liability Hell as we were & we were soon carrying on a jaunty conversation followed by Tebby throwing down an impromptu dice game.
The fellas & I split off after a wake-me-up drink at the Pub when decided not to partake in their Sunday Nature Walk and started slowly packing instead. Yep, packing - I suck at it. Heading out West for a quick 3 days of schmoozing, drinking & some catboarding, courtesy of Rip Curl. Pics & article to follow, as long as I don't die in a tree well or avalanche.
Cheers!!
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