gouge away
Saturday afternoon, I was walking through a cold gray drizzle reminiscent of the good old days in Buffalo. Unfortunately, the Buffalo like effect was spoiled by the lack of a cold biting wind whipping past. A black SUV pulled up next to me and recurring Propeller Skies character The Quiet One asked if I needed a ride. I hopped in and gave C-Dogg directions to my apartment. After a quick stop for coffee, doughnuts, and a post to aspherical, we were on our way OTP.
I observed this was great drinking weather and roughly thirty minutes later, we pulled into World Liquor. Moments later, the Quiet One, C-Dogg, and I were at the counter with a twelve pack each. After some debate, we decided that should be a sufficient amount of beer. We loaded up the truck and headed over to my cracka Smoove B’s place to get loaded and eat gumbo help him celebrate his birthday.
At this point, astute readers will note that I frequently disparage the vast hinterland commonly referred to as OTP. Usually with plenty of justification, since it is filled with militant fundamentalist neo-con Ford Valdez™ driving soccer moms with assault rifles, although some details may be slightly exaggerated for comedic effect. Because of the location, I had somewhat low expectations for this party.
Smoove B’s birthday soiree started out somewhat slow. We arrived around two in the afternoon and promptly began drinking. By five, C-Dogg and I were giving thanks that we each brought twelve packs. About that time, the MILF crowd departed and left only the serious partiers. Things picked up from there and the party transcended location and became totally bitchin’.
Eventually, we ran out of beer and left the party, heading over to C-Dogg’s place. On the way there, we stopped by Wendy’s and picked up some tasty burgers and fries, despite The Quiet One’s best efforts to antagonize the kid working the drive through. The night concluded with C-Dogg throwing his shoes from the far end of the living room into the kitchen. Which, at the time, was pretty fucking hilarious.
I highly recommend Wendy’s after a hard afternoon and evening of drinking heavily. All three of us woke up the next morning hangover free.