Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Now Thats Batty!
So in my recent travels I had accord to stop up through my old home town of Rochester, NY. Got to hang with some old friends including one Dr. Biff. Renouned for his NCAA Football acumen.
So after a hearty night of drinking rather than try the two hour drive back to where I was staying, I wound up napping on the Docs couch there in his living room. Well ok napping may not be the right word. After quaffing down like a liter of Makers Mark Bourbon, pass out is the more apporpriate term.
So waking up with a pounding headache and knowing that drinking only large quatities of water would help to quell the throbbing, I skulked off to the kitchen to retrieve a refreshing glass of H20.
Heading over to the sink, I notice a bat in the sink.
Thats right a bat. Yup, just like the dude who wears the blue tights and hangs out with "the boy wonder". In fact it loooked exactly like the one emblazened on the comic book characters chest. It was laying there face down in the sink, with both wings fully extended. In fact it looked so perfectly like a stereotypical bat, that I thought it was fake.
So I figured that perhaps the Doc anticipating that I would eventually head over to the sink - had put a rubber bat in there.
"Da-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na Bat Man!" I was singing as I went over and knocked on the Docs door. "Dude whats up with the rubber bat?" I asked through the door. I could hear shuffling inside the room as the Doc - who I must note was throwing down makers drink for drink with me and had to have been fogged up himself some. "Dude. What are you talking about?" I heard Doc utter as he opened the door.
"The rubber Bat, in the sink, is what I am talking about".
Doc was looking at me with a clueless blank stare of someone who was out pounding bourbon all night and had just been woken up by some idiot talking about Bats!
He stumbled past me into the kitchen and went over to the sink. It was amazing seeing Doc sober up almost instantly as he saw the sprawled out Bat in the sink.
Stunned he turned and asked me "What is this bat doing in my sink?"
"Looks like he is taking a nap, but if you didnt put it there..." as I pressed up toward the sink looking over the sprawled out bat. "...maybe its real" I whispered as I reached into the sink and touched the leathery looking little wing. With that gentle stimuli the bat came alive he retracted his wings and was scrambling to get his balance and on his feet. Shocked and amazed he was alive I reacted without thinking and immediatly trapped him with the drinking glass I held in my hand by placing it up side down over the now upright bat. He spread his wings as the glass slid in place around him, but it was too late he could only pull his wings in as the glass came down around him too quick for him to escape.
"Holy cow, I have a bat in my sink" Doc Exclaimed.
"Da-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na Bat Man! Bat, Man!" I remarked.
"Wow" we both stood there and stared at the bat trapped in the glass, as the annoyed bat was yelping or squeaking at us - no doubt cursing us out, and showing his small yet rather imposing fangs. With his wings not outstretched he was a tiny little fellow. Only about two inches standing up, yet he was still creepy looking.
"what are we gonna do with him now" Doc asked. "Get me a piece of cardboard, like rip off a piece of that cereal box in the garbage" So Doc does that and hands it to me. I slid the end of the carboard under the glass and with the bat trapped inside I could now pick up the glass.
"Im gonna let this little dude go, is what I am going to do" I mentioned to the Doc as I headed outdoors. On the way outside I passed one of Docs housemates on the front porch. "Hey what are you guys up to?" she asked "Im Batman." I said as I held up the glass with the bat in it. "Oh my god, gross" she squealled as she leaned over to get a closer look. "Yeah well I disturbed his nap" I remarked as I headed out toward the garden. "I am never drinking from that glass again." Doc added.
I crouched down next to a bush and released the carboard from the bottom of the glass. The bat crept out of the glass and immediately scurried to bury himself into a pile of leaves there at the base of the bushes. Unharmed.
I turned toward the still stunned spectating Doc, and said:
"Well now that was pretty batty!"
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So in my recent travels I had accord to stop up through my old home town of Rochester, NY. Got to hang with some old friends including one Dr. Biff. Renouned for his NCAA Football acumen.
So after a hearty night of drinking rather than try the two hour drive back to where I was staying, I wound up napping on the Docs couch there in his living room. Well ok napping may not be the right word. After quaffing down like a liter of Makers Mark Bourbon, pass out is the more apporpriate term.
So waking up with a pounding headache and knowing that drinking only large quatities of water would help to quell the throbbing, I skulked off to the kitchen to retrieve a refreshing glass of H20.
Heading over to the sink, I notice a bat in the sink.
Thats right a bat. Yup, just like the dude who wears the blue tights and hangs out with "the boy wonder". In fact it loooked exactly like the one emblazened on the comic book characters chest. It was laying there face down in the sink, with both wings fully extended. In fact it looked so perfectly like a stereotypical bat, that I thought it was fake.
So I figured that perhaps the Doc anticipating that I would eventually head over to the sink - had put a rubber bat in there.
"Da-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na Bat Man!" I was singing as I went over and knocked on the Docs door. "Dude whats up with the rubber bat?" I asked through the door. I could hear shuffling inside the room as the Doc - who I must note was throwing down makers drink for drink with me and had to have been fogged up himself some. "Dude. What are you talking about?" I heard Doc utter as he opened the door.
"The rubber Bat, in the sink, is what I am talking about".
Doc was looking at me with a clueless blank stare of someone who was out pounding bourbon all night and had just been woken up by some idiot talking about Bats!
He stumbled past me into the kitchen and went over to the sink. It was amazing seeing Doc sober up almost instantly as he saw the sprawled out Bat in the sink.
Stunned he turned and asked me "What is this bat doing in my sink?"
"Looks like he is taking a nap, but if you didnt put it there..." as I pressed up toward the sink looking over the sprawled out bat. "...maybe its real" I whispered as I reached into the sink and touched the leathery looking little wing. With that gentle stimuli the bat came alive he retracted his wings and was scrambling to get his balance and on his feet. Shocked and amazed he was alive I reacted without thinking and immediatly trapped him with the drinking glass I held in my hand by placing it up side down over the now upright bat. He spread his wings as the glass slid in place around him, but it was too late he could only pull his wings in as the glass came down around him too quick for him to escape.
"Holy cow, I have a bat in my sink" Doc Exclaimed.
"Da-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na Bat Man! Bat, Man!" I remarked.
"Wow" we both stood there and stared at the bat trapped in the glass, as the annoyed bat was yelping or squeaking at us - no doubt cursing us out, and showing his small yet rather imposing fangs. With his wings not outstretched he was a tiny little fellow. Only about two inches standing up, yet he was still creepy looking.
"what are we gonna do with him now" Doc asked. "Get me a piece of cardboard, like rip off a piece of that cereal box in the garbage" So Doc does that and hands it to me. I slid the end of the carboard under the glass and with the bat trapped inside I could now pick up the glass.
"Im gonna let this little dude go, is what I am going to do" I mentioned to the Doc as I headed outdoors. On the way outside I passed one of Docs housemates on the front porch. "Hey what are you guys up to?" she asked "Im Batman." I said as I held up the glass with the bat in it. "Oh my god, gross" she squealled as she leaned over to get a closer look. "Yeah well I disturbed his nap" I remarked as I headed out toward the garden. "I am never drinking from that glass again." Doc added.
I crouched down next to a bush and released the carboard from the bottom of the glass. The bat crept out of the glass and immediately scurried to bury himself into a pile of leaves there at the base of the bushes. Unharmed.
I turned toward the still stunned spectating Doc, and said:
"Well now that was pretty batty!"
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Sunday, June 06, 2004
funny little aftertaste??
Its been quite a busy summer with travel so far for me.
Its seems like every week I am on the go again.
I just got back in town here from a quick trip up to Rockin' Dayton Ohio!
Where I got to spend some time enjoying the delightful Cicada Serenade.
The little black bugs withe orange wings were in full splendor in lovely southern Ohio, of all those in the insect world the Cicada may be my favorite, completely friendly little fellows, I "rescued" a few of them whom I happened upon in perilously precarious predicaments.
Alas the creepy crawly cicadas is not where this installment is heading. No instead the tale is in the trip. On the trip up to lovely Dayton, which I will give respectful props to as a city. Sure its a mid sized midwestern city, but lots of fun can be had there on a lovely summers night! The trip up - if you recall my last blog entry - was the first airline adventure since my last blog installment, and this can be sort of an epilogue to that incident if you will.
Fortunately the day before this latest excursion I actually started to feel better from my last airline incident. That was absolutely a blessing, as I dont know if I would have been able to even embark on such an event otherwise. Well, just as before, I was prepared for the trip. I had the appropriate medications, and made the necessary checkdowns. Even though my mind was moving very slowly at the wee morning hours I had to set out on this trek. So far so good, as the sleepiness helped me to snooze some on the flight up to Charlotte, North Carolina.
Upon safe harbor and arrival in Charlotte my brain was still a little woozy, partially from the drugs that travel necessitates I take, and part of just having been roused from a sleep I desperately needed more of. So maybe I just wasnt thinking straight and while on autopilot governing my behavior to the automated responses necessary to slide unnoticed through the otherwise unwitting world. Hearing myself utter conciously the cliches, "when in rome, do as a southerner." and "talk about getting back up on the horse that threw you."
I could barely believe what I was doing going over to the Carolina Barbeque for a light in between flight snack.
"Your really tempting the fates mister." I was now reduced to just rattling off aloud as the really crazy people do... "I'll have the Beef Barbeque Brisket Sandwich please." I was saying as I heard maniacal sarcastic laughter in my head.
"Yes extra Barbeque sauce on that too please!" I responded to the laughter!
Well to my delightful surprise it even came with a southern fried pickle spear on the side. What a delectable dining discovery - the tangy crispy coolness of a pickle warmed up and with a golden crispy exterior, and that zesty barbecue brisket. What a splendid combination. Only regret was that due to having to complete my journey I couldnt have the complimentary Coca-Cola (the world most complimentary beverage to delicous food!!), and yeah for me that would no doubt spell heartburn!! (Coke is like rolaids to me - I know its odd)
Despite this true test of tenacity, I somehow survived spectacularly! Aside from just general groggyness from another dose of a little something-somethings to help ease the effects of the altitude when airborne, after that wore off - some hours later I was able to go about and have a great evening... YEAH IN DAYTON OHIO... go figure!
I was even able to alleviate the heartburn!
Now the Heartburn from having Tzatziki sauce with breakfast the other day, now that was a different story... *urp*... ouch! I can still taste that! OPA!
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Its been quite a busy summer with travel so far for me.
Its seems like every week I am on the go again.
I just got back in town here from a quick trip up to Rockin' Dayton Ohio!
Where I got to spend some time enjoying the delightful Cicada Serenade.
The little black bugs withe orange wings were in full splendor in lovely southern Ohio, of all those in the insect world the Cicada may be my favorite, completely friendly little fellows, I "rescued" a few of them whom I happened upon in perilously precarious predicaments.
Alas the creepy crawly cicadas is not where this installment is heading. No instead the tale is in the trip. On the trip up to lovely Dayton, which I will give respectful props to as a city. Sure its a mid sized midwestern city, but lots of fun can be had there on a lovely summers night! The trip up - if you recall my last blog entry - was the first airline adventure since my last blog installment, and this can be sort of an epilogue to that incident if you will.
Fortunately the day before this latest excursion I actually started to feel better from my last airline incident. That was absolutely a blessing, as I dont know if I would have been able to even embark on such an event otherwise. Well, just as before, I was prepared for the trip. I had the appropriate medications, and made the necessary checkdowns. Even though my mind was moving very slowly at the wee morning hours I had to set out on this trek. So far so good, as the sleepiness helped me to snooze some on the flight up to Charlotte, North Carolina.
Upon safe harbor and arrival in Charlotte my brain was still a little woozy, partially from the drugs that travel necessitates I take, and part of just having been roused from a sleep I desperately needed more of. So maybe I just wasnt thinking straight and while on autopilot governing my behavior to the automated responses necessary to slide unnoticed through the otherwise unwitting world. Hearing myself utter conciously the cliches, "when in rome, do as a southerner." and "talk about getting back up on the horse that threw you."
I could barely believe what I was doing going over to the Carolina Barbeque for a light in between flight snack.
"Your really tempting the fates mister." I was now reduced to just rattling off aloud as the really crazy people do... "I'll have the Beef Barbeque Brisket Sandwich please." I was saying as I heard maniacal sarcastic laughter in my head.
"Yes extra Barbeque sauce on that too please!" I responded to the laughter!
Well to my delightful surprise it even came with a southern fried pickle spear on the side. What a delectable dining discovery - the tangy crispy coolness of a pickle warmed up and with a golden crispy exterior, and that zesty barbecue brisket. What a splendid combination. Only regret was that due to having to complete my journey I couldnt have the complimentary Coca-Cola (the world most complimentary beverage to delicous food!!), and yeah for me that would no doubt spell heartburn!! (Coke is like rolaids to me - I know its odd)
Despite this true test of tenacity, I somehow survived spectacularly! Aside from just general groggyness from another dose of a little something-somethings to help ease the effects of the altitude when airborne, after that wore off - some hours later I was able to go about and have a great evening... YEAH IN DAYTON OHIO... go figure!
I was even able to alleviate the heartburn!
Now the Heartburn from having Tzatziki sauce with breakfast the other day, now that was a different story... *urp*... ouch! I can still taste that! OPA!
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