What do you do when you need to know what the last two H’s in 4-H stand for? You call Camp Pendleton. Marines know these things.
Oh, the wonders I’d have missed had I stuck to my original plan. I had intended to drop by The Smith Family show at Hank’s Saloon, get a wee bit countrified, then zip back home to be in bed at a reasonable hour. But when I left The Gate yesterday evening with two friends in tow, my plan underwent a slight revision. And the new plan involved getting in bed at a much less reasonable hour.
The Reverend Nick predicted that Benjamin and I would rush to our respective homes and write about how late we all stayed out, and while it is worth mentioning that I finally crawled into bed around 3:30 AM, that certainly wasn’t the highlight.
Here are a few:
Jen. Changing clothes. In the middle of the bar.
Finding myself on the phone with Gene the Marine after insisting to Kevin that we needed to know what all four H’s stood for. Uh, why?
Getting lectured by a tourist on correct whiskey consumption.
Declaring that this guy needs a man bag, only to discover he carries his entire life around in the biggest man bag ever. EVER. He had a razor. And cold medicine.
Blah blah blah Stuart blah
Adrian promptly handing over a ten pound note when Krissa suggested, “I bet if we girls started making out we could get ten bucks from every guy in the bar.”
Making the night clerk laugh when I announced that Hooked on Phonics couldn’t help us find the ATM machine, and that beer is bad.
A fanfuckingtastic Smith Family ho-down.
And with that, I’m going to go in search of a sushi menu. It’s pissing down rain and I’m going to be cruel and make someone deliver my lunch. But I’ll over-tip. To make up for the sogginess.
It’s not my fault — I was practically raised in Boston’s dressing-room-free Filene’s Basement. Alas poor skirt.
It was brilliant, Jen.
Semms y’all always have so much fun! Can I come play?
Semms. (Dummy.) I meant… SEEMS y’all always have so much fun! Can I come play?
I think that all sounds splendifirious!! Glad you had such fun!
You never did snog though ….
Mmmm, sushi.
Out of curiosity, how did the site end up in The Bastard on the Couch? I haven’t read the whole thing yet (though I’ve alternately lambasted and extolled key chapters on my own blog).
Sweet jesus. Amazed again at the girth of your social life (and jealous, so so jealous). I reside in fabulous Northeast Ohio where I am acquainted with not one, not even ONE other blogger.
Whats the secret? living in NYC?
Can anybody tell me the best way to find a job in that town. I am so moving there..
Although everyone else has studiously avoided the obvious, I’m going to go ahead and jump in here: WHY did you need to know what 4H stands for? and did you just call the Pendleton switchboard? I’m totally intrigued here. I realize bar conversations rarely make as much sense in the glaring light of day, but you gotta share.
I pledge my head to clearer thinking,
my heart to greater loyalty,
my hands to larger service,
and my health for better living.
For my club, my community, my country and my world.
DAMN YOU for making me pull that out of the 20 year old file cabinets of my brain!