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Monday, June 27, 2005

Lazy On The Grill

Friday night saw me back at the scene of the Neil Young kegger. I'd walked six miles in the punishing humid heat earlier in the evening, so I was wobbly and thirsty. I drank myself stupid without embarrassing myself in any unique ways. I think I managed to convince several people that the beer spills on my pants were intentional fractals, not drunken mishaps. Neil arrived at three in the morning, and I was placed on strict quarantine from him to avoid an ugly confrontation. One of his bandmates gave me the evil eye all night long while I snickered about his black nail polish.

Sunday arrived smeared in cilantro and garlic. Across the light of an endless afternoon, my friends and I grilled about 20 pounds of shrimp, steak, burgers, chicken, fish, and potatoes. Twenty people strong brought beers and wines and boozes and carcasses. Ice cream sandwiches were mashed to faces. Sandals squeaked from spilled barbeque sauce. Beer was guzzled. Marijuana was smoked with a magnifying glass. I shed my clothing from the waist up and let my skin drink ultraviolet radiation. Melatonin rose. I'm peeling today. Summer is here.
11:50 AM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm


June 27, 2005 2:33 PM, Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

"...intentional fractals." That's a beaut!

One of these days, Rocket, you're going to have to go to a party where they serve beer. I'm concerned that your liver isn't getting enough of a workout.

June 27, 2005 3:44 PM, Blogger Dave Morris said...

Would you rent me your social life for a little while? I did nothing over the weekend, and I did it with zeal and authority.

June 28, 2005 12:53 AM, Blogger Kerouaced said...

Damn, I was hoping for a showdown with Neil, still there was some mighty good description in those words...

June 28, 2005 1:04 AM, Blogger Latigo Flint said...

You sure are quick to peel.

(That is a trendy colloquialism for avid Marijuana smoker right? If it isn't it should be!)

June 28, 2005 1:26 AM, Blogger BeckEye said...

I never consider it summer until I hear Y&T's "Summertime Girls". It's been 90 degrees for the past week, but it doesn't matter because I still haven't heard that damn song yet.


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