Tales From the Atlantic
I think I mentioned this in my last post. I was recently in North Carolina visiting my folks. Mr. and Mrs. Josh Williams parents.
The photo of the man is my father (da) the lady (ma) I took this photo outside our favorite pub, I cannot remember the name because I was some place else. My folks picked me up at the airport and we made a beeline for this pub.
Not everything is clear but I do know we spent over 56 hours in this pub, ordering drinks, paying for drinks and at times asking one another where we were. I do remember me da repeating I am naked, I am not wearing cloths, over and over and over. I also remember myself repeating I am not sure if I am wearing cloths? Over and over and over…Eventually I looked over at me da and I said, “your fully dressed” and he replied “as are you” so we laughed and laid our heads on the bar for a nap, satisfied that we had both retained our dignity.
Labels: Free Bovine DNA
posted by josh williams @ 16:43
13 Comments
13 Comments:
Damn Williams, you come from happy stock.
I look at that photo of North Carolina, there is no snow, yet I am feeling just as suicidal as I did before.
I'm surprised everyone made it back to Indy alive.
Helen: Sometimes even I pull out the fake poetic license. If and when I am carded.
Thanks for the confirmation, I am alive! However it is 18 degrees and brown, no white stuff just brown grass, trees, rivers and other brown stuff.
I arrived in good ole NC on the coldest they had yet this year. Timing is not one of my strong points.
Did any one get lucky enough to click on Zen's last post in the previous post, at the bottom of that post in the blue? Dang, I wish I had $15,000 and a bottle of schnapps!
Getting shit faced with the parents has always been awkward, but then so is Josh, so it evened itself out.
Mom!
hahaha, I for sure would have loved to spend 56 hours there, looking at the Atlantic and getting slowly shitfaced, what a great way to live life! Respect for your parents :)
toilets: Such kind words.
Mone: At times I tend to change the facts, in this case everything was absolutely true. Trust me.
The artist who conceptualized the SomeplaceElse Tavern sign was really making a statement:
The beer stein also looks curiously like a judge's gavel--which rests ominously on the bar (or is it a judicial bench?) as if a harbinger of things to come.
So he has combined sin and retribution in one gloriously symbolic work.
This is genius reminiscent of Salvador Dali at his finest.
If they ever close this bar, I know a guy who is a curator for The Louvre who would be really interested in this sign.
That's some funny business right there, Josh. Looks like the Outer Banks. Oh, and Mom, the Dalai Mama got me some Blue Goodness the other day. It's a fine drink with entertaining effects.
zen: You clearly are a man of the arts, I could get that sign for your friend if he is willing to pay a fair market price.
Sleek: Thanks, the outer banks indeed. Also I am the one who told mom about the Blue Goodness, he is just taking the credit.
That sounds like one helluva bar. A few drinks there and you're convinced you're sitting at the bar nude with your dad. Awesome . . .
Couldn't we just have somebody from Alcohol & Beverage Control go in there with a really burly looking seventeen-year-old and try to get him served?
(Just kidding...)
zen: I'm not, I've hired a kid, you line up your buyer and then, sweet retirement near the sea and good mexican/seafood...
I hate when my shit stinks - What a wonderful thing
toby: Yes I have the moderator setting to moderate. Its best for everyone, My Mule is under quarantine. I agree, a wonderful thing. JW
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