Ten years ago, I was in the Army and full of benefits. At year 10, they pretty much tell you to screw off and don’t call again so this was a good opportunity to have a personal celebration day.
Around noon, I realized what day it was and headed down to sip-n-grip some purple drank! a.k.a. anything with alcohol. The only plan was to make the rounds, Jammers and all. Starting with a few Piña Colada’s from Blue Mango but there wasn’t anyone about, not even strangers to drink with next door at Cocolocos. Clearly, this end of the beach was drop-dead-empty. Not a soul in the restos, on the beach, or it the pathway. Moving down the beach to Red Pirates, there were some French Canadians engaged in getting their drank on. Mai Tai’s yea, that sounds good! Jen, Don, Canadian, friends who’s name escapes me, and another dude that said he was American but sounded British Royalty. People came, people went. Apparently, I never made it up the beach to Station 2 & 1.
Don’t really remember leaving, but at least the morning light didn’t reveal any chicken wings stuck to the wall this time.
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Congrats… 10 years …. you are so old.
You should buy a cheap ass digital camera and attach it to your wrist. Take a bunch of pics during your blackout session. Start up a blackout gallery. Should be interesting.
Sep 24, 2009 at 3:26 PM