Holiday Week: Various Happenings.
Shit. Dave?!
Wednesday, 1400 hrs: The branch manager and I kick everyone loose for the holiday.
Wednesday, 1410 hrs: The branch manager gets a phonecall from Fullerton saying that 'Dave' and a VP will be coming out to the facility. Who's this 'Dave' character, I ask? Oh, he's the CEO. Shit. My boss and I are there till almost 2200hrs making preparations. Shit.
He gets a phonecall from his wife at 2000hrs checking on his progress. The conversation goes like this:
Yeah, we will be here a while.
Yeah, Clime is here with me. He doesn't care. He's got nothing to do tonight.
He's single.
Lemme ask him.
He turns to me.
Why AREN'T you married yet?
He turns back to his phonecall.
Yeah, I'll work on that...
Sheesh. Now I'm his 'pet project' too...
So we wrap up and walk out. Before exiting, he tells me to grab a bottle of Tabasco from the staff kitchen. Err? We go over to his truck, where he has a case of 100 oysters in the bed on ice, for making oyster stuffing tomorrow. Uh-oh. He's got a shucking knife in his back pocket. "You ever had an oyster?" "Nope." "You afraid?" "Nope." Yep. We stand out at his truck shucking a dozen oysters between us and sucking them down. I'll say this, and it will be crude: To all the females in my life who "Swallowed", I truly appreciate you...
Thanksgiving
Man I'm in a hurt-locker. Dinner out at the folk's place. Always a great time. I hurt myself eating the meal itself, then had a monster turkey sandwich for dessert an hour later. Precisely two minutes after that, we get a phonecall from their neighbors to come over for dessert. They were serving this pumpkin cobbler type thingy. The wife HEAPED a helping onto my plate. Uh-oh. I wonder if I can excuse myself to their head and force vomit before I attempt to eat again? Nope. Gotta be polite and eat it all like a man... It was fantastic, but my body is a' screaming...
Pops and I picked up 'Gus', my niece, for the affair. She is now as tall as me. And a freshman. And Dating. Yep. Corbon Hollow-points in the .45 from here 'till she gets married. She always digs it when I'm there at the folk's place when she comes over. I can 'relate', I guess. For the previous five years I worked around nothing but teens and speak their 'lingo', I guess. When a thirty-something Uncle can carry a conversation about 'Gilmore Girls' with teen niece and her visiting friends, I guess that lands the 'cool' label on him... that or gay. Shit.
LBG's World meets Clime's World.
LBG 's Icons, the Teutel's of American Chopper fame are on TV tonight. No, not the American Chopper marathon showing on Discovery Channel, but playing Hold 'Em Poker on the World Poker Tour. They played pretty fair for amateurs, I must say. I saw some flaws in betting decisions and some "What were you thinking?!" laydowns, but their cardplay decisions were sound. I guess steel fabrication guys probably have sat at a poker table before. On a side note, The Main Street Liquid Co. has Hold 'Em Tourneys on Wednesday evenings, so now I gotta come up with a string of ailments to use as excuses for not showing up at Big Buy for my one evening a week there....
Rounding out the evening.
Feel the rhythm, feel the ride, come on now, it's bobsled time! Cool Runnings is on. I love the underdog movie. Rocky, Rudy, VisionQuest, Mystery, Alaska, Miracle, Mean Machine, the movie of my life, etc. That and any film with the Godfather of Reggae, Jimmy Cliff, in the soundtrack gets a couple of extra stars on my scale...
Wednesday, 1400 hrs: The branch manager and I kick everyone loose for the holiday.
Wednesday, 1410 hrs: The branch manager gets a phonecall from Fullerton saying that 'Dave' and a VP will be coming out to the facility. Who's this 'Dave' character, I ask? Oh, he's the CEO. Shit. My boss and I are there till almost 2200hrs making preparations. Shit.
He gets a phonecall from his wife at 2000hrs checking on his progress. The conversation goes like this:
Yeah, we will be here a while.
Yeah, Clime is here with me. He doesn't care. He's got nothing to do tonight.
He's single.
Lemme ask him.
He turns to me.
Why AREN'T you married yet?
He turns back to his phonecall.
Yeah, I'll work on that...
Sheesh. Now I'm his 'pet project' too...
So we wrap up and walk out. Before exiting, he tells me to grab a bottle of Tabasco from the staff kitchen. Err? We go over to his truck, where he has a case of 100 oysters in the bed on ice, for making oyster stuffing tomorrow. Uh-oh. He's got a shucking knife in his back pocket. "You ever had an oyster?" "Nope." "You afraid?" "Nope." Yep. We stand out at his truck shucking a dozen oysters between us and sucking them down. I'll say this, and it will be crude: To all the females in my life who "Swallowed", I truly appreciate you...
Thanksgiving
Man I'm in a hurt-locker. Dinner out at the folk's place. Always a great time. I hurt myself eating the meal itself, then had a monster turkey sandwich for dessert an hour later. Precisely two minutes after that, we get a phonecall from their neighbors to come over for dessert. They were serving this pumpkin cobbler type thingy. The wife HEAPED a helping onto my plate. Uh-oh. I wonder if I can excuse myself to their head and force vomit before I attempt to eat again? Nope. Gotta be polite and eat it all like a man... It was fantastic, but my body is a' screaming...
Pops and I picked up 'Gus', my niece, for the affair. She is now as tall as me. And a freshman. And Dating. Yep. Corbon Hollow-points in the .45 from here 'till she gets married. She always digs it when I'm there at the folk's place when she comes over. I can 'relate', I guess. For the previous five years I worked around nothing but teens and speak their 'lingo', I guess. When a thirty-something Uncle can carry a conversation about 'Gilmore Girls' with teen niece and her visiting friends, I guess that lands the 'cool' label on him... that or gay. Shit.
LBG's World meets Clime's World.
LBG 's Icons, the Teutel's of American Chopper fame are on TV tonight. No, not the American Chopper marathon showing on Discovery Channel, but playing Hold 'Em Poker on the World Poker Tour. They played pretty fair for amateurs, I must say. I saw some flaws in betting decisions and some "What were you thinking?!" laydowns, but their cardplay decisions were sound. I guess steel fabrication guys probably have sat at a poker table before. On a side note, The Main Street Liquid Co. has Hold 'Em Tourneys on Wednesday evenings, so now I gotta come up with a string of ailments to use as excuses for not showing up at Big Buy for my one evening a week there....
Rounding out the evening.
Feel the rhythm, feel the ride, come on now, it's bobsled time! Cool Runnings is on. I love the underdog movie. Rocky, Rudy, VisionQuest, Mystery, Alaska, Miracle, Mean Machine, the movie of my life, etc. That and any film with the Godfather of Reggae, Jimmy Cliff, in the soundtrack gets a couple of extra stars on my scale...
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