Man's Weekend - The Rebuttal - Part 3
Saturday!! Saturday isn't Saturday at MWE without a trip to Westie's! the best breakfast sandwiches ever! Eggs and any type of breakfast meat you could want! Scrapple please! It absorbs the night before and lays a good base for the night to come.
A little Hockey Fight Tape, a little Boondocks Saints and we are ready for FOOTBALL ON THE BEACH! As I think about football on the beach, I am reminded of the veritable plethora of snapping vertibrae this morning at the Chiropractor's . . . .AWESOME!! But I digress. . . . . .The young guys have become more athletic and the new young guys become more round and decrepid. As we watched Vinnie's football float out to sea, I wished that I were on it. To my credit, I know how to out think the opposition. I covered (and I use THAT term loosely) the guy that couldn't catch. So, despite the knee brace, the wrist brace and the complete lack of ability to cover my man, I only let up one TD. So on the stat sheet, I looked pretty good. In person. . . .not so much.
After the game, Wyatt and a band of bore and disgruntled went away. We soon after left for Avalon and the Winddrift, where everone would meet up later. The small faction that are my friends, my nephew and his friend Eric settled in for a little dinner before the crowd of obnoxious drunks (i.e. everyone else) got there. As we were early, we made friends with the bartenders (bartenderette?). One in particular. . . .Debbie!
Debbie had a little parking cone on a necklace. We found out that the cone was left at the bar during the summer and became an icon for the bar. At the end of the summer, some woman took the cone and wouldn't give it back until Debbie cleared the bar of this woman's (and all her friends) drinks. Cone Order was restored. When she went to serve some "less fun" people at the other end of the bar, Jim and I took the cone and put it under a "pint glass". Pint glass here being spelled "A P-L-A-S-T-I-C C-U-P". When she found it she said that it was proof that the cone was irresistable. "Watch this! You friends at the end of the bar? One of them will pick it up if I leave it there." Jim and I promptly bet that Vinnie will pick it up. Debbie points out Badger. YOU'RE ON! She walks down to Badger, Vinnie and Wyatt.. . . ."Need Anything?" Of course! Shots! She turns 3/4 of the way around and Badger has it in his hand. They then want to know why we and the bartender are hysterical. The shots kept coming. . . . .chocolate cake, lemondrops, swedish fish, other stuff all in a rainbow haze.
I got up at 8:00 and groaned my way to the car and, with a brief stop at home to switch suitcases and pick up the wife, drove to Maine.