08-10-2017, 09:25 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-10-2017, 09:25 AM by Drunk Monk.)
The next few days were spent assisting the JNK with their arrivals. And my krew started dropping like flies. Dirty Ho drilled through his thumb (there was much discussion about whether the pic he sent was a burn or not). Skipper Hardy's dad had a fall and needed help. Young Samwise's granddad had a heart attack, but he showed anyway, with his cute new gf - unfortunately they couldn't stay too long and missed any significant action. Dirty's accomplice Steve's wife had a hip injury so he needed to help her. Mo's nephew was 'left for dead' and her family was circling around him in an OR hospital (still waiting to hear more). Dan the cheese man just bailed. So did Jacob, but we suspect RM/JM politrix there. My krew of 22 was cut into a third.
Food was good as always - our resident chef does an excellent job but it's fireman food - high carb. So I survived on stuff I had brought, along with whiskey salad with water croutons.
Had an early IPR with a cracked iPhone. We unlocked it with her passed out thumb and started texting friends that were in the venue, but the cracks were messing up the texts and the friend who responded was freaking out. I had to keep turning the phone over to get the keyboard to place where there wasn't a crack. One of the JM vols - known as Fun Guy (get it?) - was passing out these pen/light/stylus ads for his insurance company (nice strong penlights) and the stylus saved the day. Or rather, the night.
A bear was reported at Ground Zero. Must be tracking me from Yosemite.
Try to remember the name Crystal - a gal I've known for years but lost her name and had Wendy covertly get it for me.
Turns out zombies can't read cursive. So now my notes are in cursive. Just in case.
Want to know what happens next? Stay tuned for the next chapter.
Food was good as always - our resident chef does an excellent job but it's fireman food - high carb. So I survived on stuff I had brought, along with whiskey salad with water croutons.
Had an early IPR with a cracked iPhone. We unlocked it with her passed out thumb and started texting friends that were in the venue, but the cracks were messing up the texts and the friend who responded was freaking out. I had to keep turning the phone over to get the keyboard to place where there wasn't a crack. One of the JM vols - known as Fun Guy (get it?) - was passing out these pen/light/stylus ads for his insurance company (nice strong penlights) and the stylus saved the day. Or rather, the night.
A bear was reported at Ground Zero. Must be tracking me from Yosemite.
Try to remember the name Crystal - a gal I've known for years but lost her name and had Wendy covertly get it for me.
Turns out zombies can't read cursive. So now my notes are in cursive. Just in case.
Want to know what happens next? Stay tuned for the next chapter.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse