Yeah I think that's a cool title, but there was nothing seedy really.. The only really seedy thing was my hangover the next day. Although, I was up and about a lot sooner and quicker than Susan was.
When it comes to these types of days, I feel like I'm Nolan Ryan. My experience and training get me through even though my age and body try to drag me down.
OH back to the story, Saturday, Susan, myself, and a couple of the Fork You mates, ventured out on the town for the Underground Kitchen. For a very intersting evening spent with people who have mostly found out about this event through scouring the internet.
Dan - Susan's pal from Fork You, evidently convinced her to go, who she in turn convinced me to go.
This little dinner reminds me of those underground Rave parties back in college, where you would find out which bar would be open all night and that's where you'd head to. Well this dinner is organized in the same way - you don't know where it's going to be held until just before it's time to have it.
Basically you pay a donation to some unknown party, you don't know what the menu is, or anything, you just basically toss your name and donation in the hat and wait to see if you're in. Closest thing you'll get to being a Knights Templar in Charleston I'm sure.
Well we did all this, or I should say Susan did, and it was quite interesting. Our eve started about 6PM at Dan & Tracey's crib for some Mojito's, of course I had to carry my trusty cooler of beer. Hanging out there till about 7PM, DINNER TIME, we head on down to the "Habitat For Humanity Retail Store" that's right.. that's where I'll be served. Lucky for us Dan and Tracey, live close by, so we were able to crash at the last minute.
Getting there, basically the fine folks have sat up shop in the middle of the shop. Nail to the back of me, and Door Knobs to the front. Not knowing hardly any of these people.. I did what most people do. I unzipped my cooler and pulled out a trusty crutch - aka a beer.
One of the most intersting things, was that they didn't intend for you to sit with whom you arrived. Normally I think this is gay, but it worked quite well this eve. Least I thought it did, you'd have to ask the people who sat next to me what they thought of my obkoxiousness... as I totally was intending to have a good time, and did my best to do so.
White Wine, Red Wine, Whose Wine... I don't know... It was all good and we had a great time.
Lucky for me, Susan drove us home, as I passed out fell asleep and Sunday Morning, I had the most intersting text message.
DAN: You stole one of my flip flops bitch
DAN: man you have tiny feet
I have no clue how I ended up with one of his John Kerry's, but I did. Wore it home, shit I think I even wore it around some messing around outside looking for my gatorade prior to seeing the message.
Strange.
But it was all fun..... if you get a chance to attend you should give it a shot....
