Anyway, I just arrived at the House of Juju, Yabu just dropped me off, and it is only natural I fuck with him a little bit. I found these…I have the keys to his computer, and I know how to post shit.
Drunk, midday, Gwen’s Reggae Grill, Anguilla, British West Indies. That was a hell of a trip.
That would be Cool Breeze on the harp on the right.
Found another one…those would be my shades…I still wear ‘em everyday….Maui Jim’s Glass.
He’ll probably delete this, but we’ve been slapping each other for so long, it doesn’t matter.
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Yabu…drunk….at midday?! I’m shocked! Shocked, I tell you!
Bwaahahahaha!
Remember this one?…I’m all smooching up with the Cripple and others at Jackson Square in the late afternoon. I get a call from the Juju Woman saying there is a naked woman in our bed. I’m like what the fuck…I’ll take care of it. So, I called Velociman, and asked him to go take a look see…He called back and said, “Yeap, Suzy Q is tapped out naked in your bed.” I asked him if he could handle it? He said no problem….I have never asked how that situation was resolved…none of my business.
Seriously, this is probably the first time I’ve ever called for support regarding a naked woman in my bed.
Too Damn Funny. I can’t make this shit up, and I ain’t naming names.
I remember having that glassy-eyed drunken stare in the past. Ahhh, those were the days, what I remember anyway.
Why do I have the feeling you’d fit right in with these crazy motherfuckers I hang with?
Ha! I bet I would.
No Doubt!!!
@ Anjin…don’t fuck with me…I expect you to mow my fucking yard this afternoon, I’m not certain how to pronounce Anjin in Mexican, but I will find out. The chess board is set up, and I’m gonna kick your ass, again, tonight. I will take your bet…I’m feeling like my “think ahead” gene is ripe. The pressure is on.
@ Zonker…remember when we were in NOLA?, you never saw the dark of night, for over 72 hours…so don’t give me shit about getting drunk when the sun is shining. At least I remember what happened.
Bwahahahah!!!
We need to do that one again…those buggy hurricanes are some bad bad juju., eh?
That horse needed a little more rope, ya think?
Good times…we need to do it again, but you can’t start drinking until noon.
Shit, I saw nighttime…I just took an extended….ummm, nap….that lasted from just before dinner until shortly around 1 or so that night. Alas, by that time everyone was back in the hotel and only a certain suburbanite was still awake.
I blame the carriage ride. Heh..
dear inhabitants of bad bad ju ju:
i really like this place. it reminds me of my friends.
many, many years ago i had just finished a 6 weeks “refresher” course to teach me what i had ignored in law school, and so i could pass the bar exam after having been out of law school for five years and not so much a thought to “law.” some thoughts and actions directed toward “lawlessness,” but nothing with regard to either career or convention.
well, it is saturday night before the monday bar exam convenes. i am asleep, and a knock on the door. my very large college buddy, in tux, with a nice lady in tow, in an emerald green gown. he says, “the hottub fired up,” i say sure, and he says, “take the cover off.”
so, i rub the sleep outta my eyes, it is about 2.30 a.m., put on a bathrobe, go down to the deck, take the hot tub cover off, undress (hey, we all got naked for the tub in those day), and hop in, wondering what the hell is going on.
my friend comes out in a bit, and throws the lady in the hot tub, gown and all. splash. he disrobes, hops in, and is sitting there, big grin on his face. she does not have a big grin on her face, in fact, she is not making a smiley face at all.
but, he has the same look on his face as you guys, sorta, and also hoists a beer, imported over his head, which he has liberated from the private stocks of my friend who has loaned me his house over the summer to use to study for the bar. and, he proceeds to deplete my friends private stocks.
well, she is steamed. seems she offered to give my friend a ride home from the office party the office in seattle and the office in anchorage hold each year “stateside.”
and, it seems that she is really got her nose in a twist, as in major league twist & slider.
oh, yeah, did i mention that she is the wife of one of the senior partners in the firm, a fellow, as it turns out, not entirely renowned for his sense of humor.
you ever watch a woman try to iron the hot tube out of a gown. i gave her my bathrobe, and a towel, and said, not much i can do about your hair. she might have shrieked at the sight, but, i will give her this, she smiled. i trundled off, dried off and dressed, and went to help her as much i could, and kept the beers coming to my friend, who was in full fettle and fine voice, and singing at the top of his lungs.
well, she “ironed” the gown with a small steam iron. and, put up her hair. i said, you look perfectly awful, and she just laughed and said, it won’t be funny tomorrow. and smiled. she might have even given me a “cuff” on the back of the neck.
i said, i am taking the bar exam on monday, i think i better go try to get some sleep, and do some chores. she just laughed. nice lady.
i went to bed. when i woke up, they were gone. i spent a good part of that sunday cleaning up the house, and puttering around, doing nothing. not much to be done, at that point.
my friend soon opened his own office in anchorage. i have no idea what happened to the lady, or to the gown, though i am sure she went to the beauty shop for a “touch up” on her “doo.”
i haven’t thought of this in years. something about your picture brought it back to mind.
i like this place.
john jay
Come on back anytime…you never what to expect. It’s all good, though.