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Hello Powerless Villagers,
Observe the time of this post y'all... approximately 5:00 AM. That's because tonight/this morning was the CK PUC's "scheduled power outtage" in our typically electrifying little village. Patches and I like the "POs" because we can head down to the pier and catch up with all of our stellar friends without the crass intrusion of those artificial lights. Everybody holla @ yo' girls Pleides, Orion, Lyra, The Big and Little Dips and my personal favorite (coz David Crosby wrote a song about it), The Southern Cross and even a few UFOs, yo. It was so Klaatu's "Calling Occupants", I couldn't stand it. We were just getting our astronomical groove back when a little white Honda pulls up by the fish house carrying none other than Bumper B and Rich. Patches and I assumed that they had gone down to the pier to make-out beneath the stars, but nope, they waved us over. It seems that both of those fools had early nights (seriously) and were awakened by nature's darkness. Turns out Bumper B is almost as scared of the dark as she is of pleather handbags and fashion from Sears. Without a candle or working flashlight in the 'frame, she headed downtown. Rich woke up from his 8 pm siesta in total darkness and ran like hell to the dirty bar to get last call......shut down @ 3:00 am Scout!
So anyway, they invited us back to Rich's for a little cocktail and bedroom suite bonfire, so 2 dudes, a chick and goat packed into the Prelude (Honda should put that in their adverts) and headed back to Casa Ricardo. Over vodkas, we weighed our options. We could:
1. harass Vidler-ville under the cloak of night (not Jimmmmy, he owns guns)
2. go on an recognizance mission for Blackie @ the Bayview Bliss Cabins
3. wait outside St. Anne's until the service began in 8 short hours
4. catch up with Greta and Mark
Then, the power came back on and all bets were off. Rich went to Sieverts to shout out belated B-day wishes to Steph-J. Bumper B went back to the east-end to change her Kitty-Litty and touch up her fabulous black Chanel nails and I stole 3 Strongbows and 2 bottles of Raspberry wine out of the Prelude and Hyundai and broke into the library to send this message to you. Strongbow and Raspberry wine are a combination as equally delicious as moosetrack ice cream and rotten sardines, BTW! In view of the fact that the EFD fire chief Poncho could walk in here @ anytime, let me end succinctly. The next time they snuff the grid, head downtown. The rest of the Playas do. C'mon y'all...where else can you go where people hook up for cocktails @ 3:30 just because there's no powah? If that's all it takes to get your buzz on, those Mennonites in Shipshewana and St. Jacobs must all be about ready to hang with Betty Ford. Sorry..no photos. Patches sneezed on my digi and killed the flash.
Observe the time of this post y'all... approximately 5:00 AM. That's because tonight/this morning was the CK PUC's "scheduled power outtage" in our typically electrifying little village. Patches and I like the "POs" because we can head down to the pier and catch up with all of our stellar friends without the crass intrusion of those artificial lights. Everybody holla @ yo' girls Pleides, Orion, Lyra, The Big and Little Dips and my personal favorite (coz David Crosby wrote a song about it), The Southern Cross and even a few UFOs, yo. It was so Klaatu's "Calling Occupants", I couldn't stand it. We were just getting our astronomical groove back when a little white Honda pulls up by the fish house carrying none other than Bumper B and Rich. Patches and I assumed that they had gone down to the pier to make-out beneath the stars, but nope, they waved us over. It seems that both of those fools had early nights (seriously) and were awakened by nature's darkness. Turns out Bumper B is almost as scared of the dark as she is of pleather handbags and fashion from Sears. Without a candle or working flashlight in the 'frame, she headed downtown. Rich woke up from his 8 pm siesta in total darkness and ran like hell to the dirty bar to get last call......shut down @ 3:00 am Scout!
So anyway, they invited us back to Rich's for a little cocktail and bedroom suite bonfire, so 2 dudes, a chick and goat packed into the Prelude (Honda should put that in their adverts) and headed back to Casa Ricardo. Over vodkas, we weighed our options. We could:
1. harass Vidler-ville under the cloak of night (not Jimmmmy, he owns guns)
2. go on an recognizance mission for Blackie @ the Bayview Bliss Cabins
3. wait outside St. Anne's until the service began in 8 short hours
4. catch up with Greta and Mark
Then, the power came back on and all bets were off. Rich went to Sieverts to shout out belated B-day wishes to Steph-J. Bumper B went back to the east-end to change her Kitty-Litty and touch up her fabulous black Chanel nails and I stole 3 Strongbows and 2 bottles of Raspberry wine out of the Prelude and Hyundai and broke into the library to send this message to you. Strongbow and Raspberry wine are a combination as equally delicious as moosetrack ice cream and rotten sardines, BTW! In view of the fact that the EFD fire chief Poncho could walk in here @ anytime, let me end succinctly. The next time they snuff the grid, head downtown. The rest of the Playas do. C'mon y'all...where else can you go where people hook up for cocktails @ 3:30 just because there's no powah? If that's all it takes to get your buzz on, those Mennonites in Shipshewana and St. Jacobs must all be about ready to hang with Betty Ford. Sorry..no photos. Patches sneezed on my digi and killed the flash.
posted by Krazy Legg's Cousin at 9/17/2006 04:37:00 a.m.
1 Comments:
Hey Krazy L.C.: You must have received one of the labour day music cd's from Bumper B.....Nice mix and added touch to the blog!
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