When we last left our hero, Jimmy, vocalist extroardinaire and a legend in his own mind, was suffering through a rough Thursday due to extreme conditions he encountered in his Wednesday night survival test (Surely you run on ! Surely you shut up and quit calling me Shirley). Having missed Krystel's belated birthday celebration Thursday night due to his Wednesday night jaunts, one would think one would learn, wouldn't one?
Wrong, scotch breath ! It began as soon as I hit the door. As I sat down in my usual corner seat in AREA 51, I called the meeting to order and under old business, we resolved several world problems and went directly to open discussions. Therein lies the problem ! Red Truck Man and SR the Golfer immediately bought me a drink and thus the theme of the evening was set. In a New York minute and in no specific order, entered Hector, Lourdes and their daughter, Cristine (my number one fan), Raul, Kenny (the happy hour singer), Dr. Saca Muela, Emilio, Melina, Brenda, Gaucho, Vega (the dancing guy), Maritza (who brought a bevy of beauties), Estevez (the evening singer), Pepe (who's on a roll), Rudy, Roberto and as always "Bro" and "Baby", denoting the countless friends whose names old timer's disease does not permit me to remember. In my weak defense, please remember when I am introduced to sing, over one hundred people immediately know my name and I have not been introduced personally to each.
The night progressed rapidly, I sang several songs, was sent more drinks and the dancing began. I'm going to have a note tatooed on my forward saying, "He has delusions of grandeur, a scotch and a bad hip. Please do not feed, give scotch or dance with the animals."
In all seriousness, the night was great and I've got pictures to show you (yeah, I remembered this time).
The Pictures: Oh, what a night ! All the children playing (moi aussi, ma cher). Excuse the "Bros" and "Babys" but I'm sure they told me their names, a beautiful Silverback lowland gorilla (I think I danced with his sister), and some pictures for Indigo and my wonderful friends, of the Washington State and Vancouver rain forests.
This Date In History: 1970; Kenneth A. Gibson is elected mayor of Newark, New Jersey, becoming the first Black mayor elected in a major northestern city in the United States. 2007; Our hero bravely fights off several alley cats and locates his car; he subsequently beats his old late arrival record, established Wednesday, and emails all his special friends, later claiming that Shithead sent them.
Alas, there were no winners again for the C.A.T. award. I have a distinct feeling that next week we'll have multiple nominees. Kudos, though, to Ellen Degenerate, who, after winning a daytime Emmy for best talk show, stated that Rosie the Trucker (RO'FA) should have won the award. Way to go Ellen ! You 'da man !
Birthdays: Belated birthday wishes to Krystel and Brenda (19xx), Stan Laurel, of Laurel and Hardy fame, film comedian (1890).
The Hits Just Keep On Coming: Metaphors from high school essays
His thoughts tumbled in his head like underwear in a dryer without Cling Free. She had a deep, throaty laugh like that sound a dog makes when it throws up. The little boat drifted across the pond like a bowling ball wouldn't. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River. Even in his last years, grandpa had a mind like a steel trap, but one that had been left out in the rain and rusted shut. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law, Phil. But unlike Phil, the plan worked.
That's it for today my little mushrooms. Rest and recovery today and tomorrow and....More Monday.
Stay Tuned !
