And foot-long spam hotdogs to boot
When the kid’s away for the week, I usually try and hit up the gym every day – sometimes even twice a day.
But, because I didn’t wanna rip open the cut above my eye, I couldn’t go to the gym for most of the time.
It was fine, though.
Was supposed to meet Bryson and The Frenchman for karaoke and drinks on Saturday – I’m not a karaoke person but I like going just to be social and be entertained.
But on Friday night, the Firecracker hit me up because she had a Ukranian friend from Austria in town and wanted to know if I wanted to meet them for drinks. That made hanging out on Saturday impossible.
Her: She’s heading back to Austria tomorrow morning so tonight’s the only night I can see her.
Me: OK, I’m down.
Her: We can meet at the Tiki Chick. They have $5 chicken sandwiches and is a rum bar.
Her friend was already at the bar when we arrived.
Because the Firecracker had been there so many times, the bartenders motioned to us when the corner seats were available – despite a huge line – so we took them.
Here’s the thing; I’m a sucker for a pina colada for a buncha reasons:
- They almost always come with umbrellas.
- They’re made with rum and coconuts.
- They remind me of my dad.
Honestly, how can you go wrong?
Oh, lemme tell you – you can go wrong when they’re $12 at happy hour and you consume waaaaay too many of them.
Plus a mai tai, a hurricane, and a rum and diet coke (because I gotta watch my weight, right?). It’s amazing
we I didn’t fall off the stool.
Noticed a pretty appropriate book, nestled among the tiki mugs – which also remind me of my dad.
It was cool. The night was young and we had umbrellas in our drinks.
Spoke to her friend for a bit.
Her: Sie sagt, du sprichst ein bisschen Deutsch.
Me: Nur ein bisschen. Leider habe ich zuviel vergessen.
Her: Ihre Aussprache ist sehr gut.
Me: Ack, quatch. Aber danke.
The three of us drank way, way, way too much.
Waaaaaaaay too much.
I also told the two of them that I wasn’t gonna eat anything because I was drinking so many calories…
…BUT I ended up not only getting a chix sandwich…
…BUT ALSO getting comped a foot-long hot dog…with SPAM, because of a mistake they made.
Him: Just take it, we’ll throw it out if you don’t eat it.
Me: Well, we can’t have that.
After alla that, I headed down to the restroom.
Even though I was two sheets to the wind, I did notice that there was a drink that someone left on the sink. While inside, a woman called in.
Her: (outside) Is there a drink in there?!
Her: Don’t drink it!
Me: It’s America!
When I stepped out, I handed her the drink.
Her: Whoa, that’s a nasty cut you have there. (looking closely) Krazy glue?
Me: How’d you know?
Her: I’m a surgeon. (peering closely) You did a good job. That’ll heal nicely.
Me: Thanks doc. I promise I didn’t roofie your drink.
Made my way back up to the bar and the Firecracker and told her what happened, among other things.
Her: (afterward) You are a really solid dude.
Me: Yeah, I’m pretty fucking wonderful. (thinking) Man, I should NOT have had that hot dog.
Location: this morning, prepping for court and telling them that they’re not ready for what I can do
Music: If I let you in, I won’t let you go (Spotify)
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