Friday, October 27, 2006

Man's Weekend - A Rebuttal!!

The summary of Man's Weekend as seen through the blurry eyes of Wyatt can be read here http://sharpshooters.blogspot.com/.

However, being elsewhere in location or mental state leaves holes in the story. So let me act as the spackle to the aforementioned diatribe.

After thirteen years of Man's Weekend, my two highschool friends and I were talking about the "Origin of Man's Weekend". Although we disagreed at first we came to the conclusion that the FIRST Man's Weekend was actually the The three of us plus another who is not to be named. . . call them Gus. When we were down in Sea Isle City on year, we decided that we should do this every year. . . and invite more people. Since it wasn't the OFFICIAL first Man's Weekend, we have dubbed it Remedial Man's Weekend.

Friday Spackle:

As Wyatt pointed out Thursday night is LaCosta night. I loathe LaCosta. Fortunately, I still had my work game face on when we got there. When the LaCosta yearly chant of "Do you want a Lager, Amstel Light or a Coors Light??" rang out. I felt the illness rise. I looked over at the package goods store attached and went to work. I asked the guy behind the counter if I could buy a sixpack of Guinness and take it in.

NO!

But you don't serve anything good in there? Aren't you owned by the same guy?

you'd have to talk to the manager. Which just happened to be the bartender. Okay, here we go.

(over the to the bartender) Can I get a six pack of Guinness and bring it in!
No!
Can you get me a sixpack of Guinness and bring it in?
I don't have a price for it? . . . . . .You'd have to be willing to buy all six!
Dude, did you see the amount of people that I came in with? If you are going to do that you might want to bring a case.

The case came over at $1 per bottle more than the usual swill and a good time was had by all.

As reported earlier, the Jameson was really flowing that night which made for a painful start for golf the next morning.

We really could have gone somewhere else that night. My nephew, the Halfrican and my friend Burnsy both stopped at the house before coming to LaCosta. Problem - They both went to the wrong house (but the same house). There was a party going on and they each were carrying beer. Of course there was no three ball. The only thing that LaCosta has going for it is that it has a dome hockey table and it was gone this year. At least we had Guinness.

We went back to the house to watch Full Metal Jacket and I lost consciousness. Somehow, I made it from the couch to the upstairs back bedroom in the pitch black, no electric, no light, no heat apartment. A feat which I had trouble repeating the next night when I was sober.

End of Thursday

4 Comments:

At 12:52 PM, Blogger Wyatt Earp said...

LaCosta stinks on ice . . . just like the FLyers. Heh.

 
At 2:12 PM, Blogger Deathlok said...

Hey Now! The Flyers have made both of us richer by a buck with the disappearance of Freddy Meyer.

{ching}

 
At 6:40 PM, Blogger Wyatt Earp said...

Well played. I'll take that for a dollar!!!

 
At 11:38 PM, Blogger grimjack said...

Ahhh- the origin of Mens Weekend. The one that I miss. No football. No LaCosta. It was just drinking, and having food delivered.

At this point in my life I am just too old, too stuborn, and too Irish to drink in a shithole like LaCosta, when an Irish Pub is just a stuble away.

I have yet to figure out why LaCosta always reeks like bleach and chlorine. The hotel rooms must have an hourly rate. And how do so many people from the mountains of West Virginia get there?

 

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