monkeyswrench
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To Desert Storm street party! Well, anywhere, for that matter!
I do a lot of work for a guy out here. Nice guy, doesn't leave his property much at all. He knows I have a place in Topoc, and had asked if he could come out with me so he could check out Pirates Cove. He has a toyhauler and a SxS, thought it would be a neat place to head in fall. "Sure, why not?"...
A week ago I tell him I'm going out for Thursday's street party. He's now thinking he'll pass. Cool, no big deal. Wednesday night, just getting ready to head out, he texts me. "Hey, I want to go. Swing by and we'll take my truck. You can drive." Nothing really abnormal, I drive his truck a lot. Fluid situation, "Sure, why not?"...
I get there, he's maybe a little amped, but I figure he's just kind of nervous. As we're maybe 15 miles down the road...the rest of the bottle he must have pounded starts to hit him...well F'k! He passed out, out like a ton of bricks smashed him. As best I can figure, he drank enough to get the guts to ask to go, and then finished it off scared that he did.
Get to the riverpad. He's out. Try to wake him up, kind of slurred response. F'k! Well, I tried to get him up a few times, to no avail. About 2am, "Yep, he's still breathing", I shower, and go to bed. I leave his ass in the truck.
About 8am, I do manage to wake him up. He's not hungover, he's still pretty lit. F'k! He hops in the shower, we head to breakfast. He drinks ice tea and eats...nope, still lit after food and shower. I take him over to Pirate's, and get the info packet from the office. (BTW, office girls were very nice. Only ever dealt with grumpy one's early Saturday mornings. I like the ones there weekdays!)
Now, off to Havasu...the only reason I am out there. During this whole morning, he's been pretty much chain smoking...I must smell like a bar. He's doing ok, but still pretty lit. We get to the street party about 12:30. We get about 1/2 a block, he needs to go back for a cigarette. Now, he almost always keeps smokes on him. Whatever...don't think much of it. We go a bit further next try. Well, he asks for the keys, to go back and have another smoke. I told him "If you get drooling drunk, I'm leaving you in the desert". He says he'll be good. He actually got a malt. About half way walking...maybe about the RDP booth...he wants the keys, and says he'll just be down by the truck. It was about 1:30, and just starting to get a little busy.
I walked up, and back down. Pretty much time to go. On the way out of town, stopped to fuel up the truck. He gets out, asks if I need anything. He comes back with 2 packs of smokes, and a bottle of Crown.
He finished the bottle in about 3 hits...about Kingman. He was out again.
Got back to his pad. Pulled my stuff out, and put it in my car. He mumbled a slurred thank you. I think he actually did appreciate the trip, just not the everything else. Man, he has some issues...
I left him in his truck, and headed home.
"Sure, why not?"...because no good deed goes unpunished.
At least I still got to go to the street party. A little differently than expected, but still went.
I do a lot of work for a guy out here. Nice guy, doesn't leave his property much at all. He knows I have a place in Topoc, and had asked if he could come out with me so he could check out Pirates Cove. He has a toyhauler and a SxS, thought it would be a neat place to head in fall. "Sure, why not?"...
A week ago I tell him I'm going out for Thursday's street party. He's now thinking he'll pass. Cool, no big deal. Wednesday night, just getting ready to head out, he texts me. "Hey, I want to go. Swing by and we'll take my truck. You can drive." Nothing really abnormal, I drive his truck a lot. Fluid situation, "Sure, why not?"...
I get there, he's maybe a little amped, but I figure he's just kind of nervous. As we're maybe 15 miles down the road...the rest of the bottle he must have pounded starts to hit him...well F'k! He passed out, out like a ton of bricks smashed him. As best I can figure, he drank enough to get the guts to ask to go, and then finished it off scared that he did.
Get to the riverpad. He's out. Try to wake him up, kind of slurred response. F'k! Well, I tried to get him up a few times, to no avail. About 2am, "Yep, he's still breathing", I shower, and go to bed. I leave his ass in the truck.
About 8am, I do manage to wake him up. He's not hungover, he's still pretty lit. F'k! He hops in the shower, we head to breakfast. He drinks ice tea and eats...nope, still lit after food and shower. I take him over to Pirate's, and get the info packet from the office. (BTW, office girls were very nice. Only ever dealt with grumpy one's early Saturday mornings. I like the ones there weekdays!)
Now, off to Havasu...the only reason I am out there. During this whole morning, he's been pretty much chain smoking...I must smell like a bar. He's doing ok, but still pretty lit. We get to the street party about 12:30. We get about 1/2 a block, he needs to go back for a cigarette. Now, he almost always keeps smokes on him. Whatever...don't think much of it. We go a bit further next try. Well, he asks for the keys, to go back and have another smoke. I told him "If you get drooling drunk, I'm leaving you in the desert". He says he'll be good. He actually got a malt. About half way walking...maybe about the RDP booth...he wants the keys, and says he'll just be down by the truck. It was about 1:30, and just starting to get a little busy.
I walked up, and back down. Pretty much time to go. On the way out of town, stopped to fuel up the truck. He gets out, asks if I need anything. He comes back with 2 packs of smokes, and a bottle of Crown.
He finished the bottle in about 3 hits...about Kingman. He was out again.
Got back to his pad. Pulled my stuff out, and put it in my car. He mumbled a slurred thank you. I think he actually did appreciate the trip, just not the everything else. Man, he has some issues...
I left him in his truck, and headed home.
"Sure, why not?"...because no good deed goes unpunished.
At least I still got to go to the street party. A little differently than expected, but still went.