I have written about this in the blog so just look around and you will find it and when you have finished that story, this story will have the same background to it. I can’t speak for the “duo” but I am learning a lesson here, whatever its to be, maybe a mystery decoded in life.
* I have included this story (warm beer) at the end of this story,so you can read it here.So,maybe you should go ahead and get yourself a beverage and savour it as you read.
Personal opinion: there are unanswered questions in life that some people call mysteries and don’t think another thing about it. Later for some unknown raison d'être this mystery bites them in the ass and now the question arises w.t.f. is going on.This episode in my life is one of those moments. I feel (unproven for now) that I did something to someone that was nasty and this ladies and gentlemen is payback time.
Of sure you say its not true, well you might be right but, I have evidence that to me, proves maybe shit happens for a reason as stated above. But, that is another story.
The warm beer experience is over and I promised, not to mention it again as long as I was there and I didn’t, but the consequence of that will be carried forward.
Later in the week, I go over again and we are going to see some sights and then we came back and had a spot of munchies, COLD BEER for me to start. Tell you what, that sure was good and it hit the spot as I smacked my lips and growled. (full moon in effect).
Do you want a drink of rum, I am hearing things, but I ask what’z dat you say?. Do you want a drink of rum, I have some here, yes sir, please that be mighty fine of you all. I get another beer, because guess what, “there ain’t no rum cumin’”.
It must be carry out or go git it yourself or you gotta go to the bar and order it and it gets delivered after you pay for it and leave a tip and forwarding address to get it. That, is about the same time it takes in a real bar I have found. How busy can it be?. My humble apologies to the maître d'hôtel diligent.
So, another beer is opened, these are my beers left here to chill, should I came by this way and want a drink. Still, no rum and I am offered it again and I say please and thank you, damn kind of you. I keep drinking the beer because the first rum ain’t showed up. I ain’t coming back to this bar any time soon.
But in the mean time a bottle of rye shows up and its offered around. No name that I can recall so I ask if I can sniff it and a small taste without mix first?. Its a nice auburn color and it pours neatly and its smell is like a vodka?. Well, the plus side its 3 years old and that seems to be good enough for some people.
Finished my beer and I get brave and say “ where is the that rum you all been offering”?. Reluctantly, it seems “the ½ of the duo” goes and brings it back and plunks in front of me. I guess I mix it up myself and slug away at it. No coke, just diet Pepsi, warm and ice cubes in the fridge, lumped together in a pile.
Yes, roughing it in a desert bar is sure an experience, I want to share anyone the wants to read it. My advice stick to the beer, drink with your back against the wall, your hand on your pistol and watch your horse. Amen.
The Warm Beer Story
Preamble:” This is a true story, because I was drinking warm beer and my brothers-in-law- seemed to think it was funny. ill humored….? I am writing because it is funny, no, I like to write.
Caution: what you are about to read is the truth,no names have been changed nor pictures altered and if I have made any errors, so, I didn't say I could write.!!.Its meant to be funny,so don't get your fur all up in curls,please,it makes you look funny. As I was saying,.....................> and one of the duo claims it wasn't him.???,ok lets say I believe you, but I am still writing the story.There is no shame in the truth.
I went to visit duh dynamic duo at their residence in Needles and arrived late, I was advised to provide my own beer? That’s what I think, because when I go there I can chill my beer and have a cold one of theirs.? Why, Don’t know, but keep reading, it gets better.
So, I go there and I am asked “would you like a cold beer” and I say yes, please, but no cold beer is forth coming. Piss on this and I get a warm one from my pack and begin to drink it because I am so dehydrated I can hardly croak. Maybe it was self serve? ,I, never asked, never mentioned.
Personal Opinion: consuming or any discussion of drinking beer warm should be illegal..!!” .
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I, do digress, sorry, Anyway I am almost finished that 1st beer and no cold beer in sight. I am thinking the dynamic duo are bona fide meat heads and are they playing hockey with my head. Or I am hearing things. So, again I opened another warm beer and begin to drink and you know this is starting to taste very good. It’s a taste that can grow on you…slowly.
* a recent hearing test has concluded that I am a good to go for a pair of matching hearing aids,as if I want to hear more shit that I ignore daily.( its thinking time).
And again I am asked, “would you like a cold beer and I say yes, please, as I sip the 2nd warm beer in my hands. It must be Groundhog Day in this place because I feel like an idiot and I still don’t have a cold beer to drink and its still been offered.. Must be the lukewarm beer, or an echo or delayed reaction.
Maybe it’s a self serve place. ,I, never asked, “holy”, I am starting to repeat myself, it must be ground hog day in play, this is too weird. I am losing it here, time to leave??. Two latté!.
I know this: I, don’t have a cold beer, I keep been asked if I want one?, I don’t get one.?. Area 51, alien invasion, or I am dreaming in California.? I, am really, really, hearing things.!
Conclusion: So, I, am to assume duh dynamic duo are dreadful hosts. Yes.
Also, will I just keep drinking the warm beer and enjoy the company of myself ?, Yes.
And will I go outside and have a piss in the bush and be done with it? Yes, of course, is the answer.
And, I could tell them from now on, you two guys will not be offered a cold or lukewarm beer in my home, Nada-beer!! ,unless you bring it yourself.?. Yes, sir,. The consequences.. that solves a lot of problems in my mind.
And, then I left, several beers there for them enjoy, warm of course and I took the rest back to my motel to cool off in my fridge and when I ask myself, hey, ” Bruce, would you like a cold one”, I can answer “yes” and get one or two whenever I want and no waiting or hassles!!.
p.s. I told them I would be writing about this,because you can tell them a mile away,but up close you can't tell anything.!!!!
Makes you value your cat more and more everyday,now don't it?? !! .
Stay tuned for more far sided adventures when I am asked, do I want a drink of rum............?? rum.
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