A large gathering of friends at It Doesn’t Matter yesterday afternoon to say a final farewell to Bob. Well, we didn’t technically say goodbye to Bob; we just saluted his memory and drank in his honor. I was able to offer my condolences to Luna, Bob’s widow, and I gave her a white envelope to help ease any financial burdens associated with Bob’s death.
The bar was packed. At least three biker clubs were in attendance (Thunder, Misfits, and Bob’s group, Eight Demons). Luckily, they all get along! It was the hottest day in recent memory, and sitting outside was a tad uncomfortable. The beer was cold, though, so I didn’t get thirsty. IDM doesn’t usually sell food, but they had a grill going loaded with sausages.
I arrived a little before 1 p.m. and stayed for over two hours. There were no formal toasts or speeches given during that time, which I thought was a little unusual. I did get to have a nice visit with another expat who I’ve seen around town the entire time I’ve lived here but never chatted with previously. It turns out he spent some time in Korea with the military, so we exchanged stories about our time there. And we also had Filipina horror stories to share. A good guy; nice to meet you, Jim.
I left IDM and made my way up the highway to the Jewel Cafe to order some food for the Hideaway girls’ Sunday feeding.
Yesterday was a good reminder of why I don’t drink early in the day; I had reached my limit before the time I usually begin drinking. That really threw me off-kilter. But I knew nothing good would come of forcing myself to overindulge, so I said my farewells and headed up the highway toward home. As I walked, I had an internal debate about what I would do if I went home so early in the day. Ultimately, I decided binge-watching Lucifer would fill those hours nicely enough.
But what about dessert? For some reason, the image of a banana split popped into my head (told you I was drunk), so I went to Sit-n-Bull and ordered one to go. It was delicious, and I made it through episode 7 of Season 2 Well, I did have an intermission…went to sleep at seven, woke at 9, and watched some more. I think I might even remember most of what I saw.
And now it is Hash Monday, and I’m hoping my knee doesn’t cause any problems. Only one way to find out.
I’m glad Bob’s getting a good sendoff despite the hot day. He obviously meant a lot to the community.
Spicy dawg looks good despite the damn onions.
Good luck with the walk and the knee!
:one to go.” Did you make it home before it melted?
HaHa! Yes, I did! I had never done a take-out banana split and wasn’t even sure it was possible, but it all worked out!
Well, the onions were optional, but that’s the way I roll.
I survived the Hash, but I remain concerned about the knee. More on that in today’s post.