Post by Zadoc on Aug 23, 2004 10:51:35 GMT -5
Another fun night we had at the Blue Tusk...well almost.
It started out as a great night, seeing as I was only 10 minutes late picking up an already slightly buzzed RaYzor. Even he had to admit that I'm getting closer to being punctual.
Upon arriving downtown, once again we both came to the conclusion that parking downtown on a Friday night plain out sucks. I opted to pay the $5 to park in the lot right behind the MOST building in Armory Square.
We departed the car, entered the Tusk and said our hellos to everyone's friend, Tom B. Carpenter, who also happens the be the bouncer and door man at the Tusk. After purchasing our drinks, and Ray fetching a pizza, Tom began to spew out another tirade of his ever famous jokes. This time focusing on Scottish jokes, seeing as I just got back from Scotland.
Ray commented to anyone that joined our table that my eating habits would probably devour the entire 15" pizza he had just bought (minus a slice for himself and a few other patrons) despite my small stature. Tom likened my feasting to that of a snake biding it's time, eating slowly, but in enormous amounts.
As per usual, Ray was his ever charming self treading a thin line between amusing and annoying any patron who came within earshot - it is his nature. Thankfully though, his right-wing republican rhetoric was kept at a minimum that night leaving the arguments less heated than normal. Although when RaYzor accused Tom of being a fan of the 'New-Metallica' it did start to get ugly for a few seconds.
After a while, I was pleasantly surprised to see that longtime fan and friend of the Nightmare, Buffy Hunter showed up. She told us the sad news that she is moving to Canada in two weeks, which prompted many Canadian jokes. She did however tell us that she'll be holding a going away party at the Tusk this Saturday, complete with cake. I will miss her - she is a sweet girl.
A really drunk guy sat down next to me while Tom called him a cab. He was apparently bothering alot of the female patrons and had just been cut off for the night by the bar. I couldn't understand what he was trying to tell me, but I assured him that I agreed with him. It seemed to make him happy.
While still listening to my 'new friend' babble on incoherently, another pleasant surprise visit came from WitchDr and Akasha who happened to be strolling by.
They sat down at our table and we swapped some tattoo stories - didn't realise that Akasha had some really nice pieces inked. WitchDr ordered a strange raspberry wine that I still can't remember how to pronounce, but it tasted good. They were treated to the insightful wit of RaYzor, but seemed to take it all in stride, although the Nirvana versus GN'R argument almost got a bit out of hand. I tried to play mediator on that one, being a fan of both bands - but truth be known, I'd pick GN'R over Nirvana anyday...
After 1am we all were shuffled back inside, due to NY State law. We left shortly after saying our goodbyes to Tom, WitchDr, and Akasha to head back out to the parking lot.
As we started up the car and pulled out of our parking spot, RaYzor and I noticed the car was driving even more terrible than usual. I got out and saw that both of my driver side tires were flat - presumably slashed.
Thankfully, we both had AAA, and so RaYzor got them on the phone and we went through the usual information speil. After about half an hour wait, RaYzor fell asleep and I decided to change one of the flat tires with the spare I had in the trunk.
While kneeling down chaning a tire with a sleeping RaYzor in the passenger side seat wasn't bad enough, it was also raining out. With just a manual hand jack, it took me a good half hour to change the tire. Thankfully AAA had arrived just as I was screwing the last lugnut into place.
Being as it was now 3am and I was late to work, I made the appropriate phone calls and we proceeded to tow the car out to Bridgeport where the towtruck driver lived - apparently he has the same model car that I do and said he'd loan me his spare.
Ray talked the towtruck driver into dropping him off home (which was sort of on the way) but due to the small cab of the towtruck, Ray had to ride in my car which was hoisted onto the flatbed. Even though I guided the towtruck driver towards Ray's house, Ray proceeded to honk the horn before his street and scared the heck out of the poor driver.
We managed to get the spare tire onto the car once we got out to Bridgeport, and I had a scary ride home. Bridgeport is a bit to out in the sticks for me...I called my wife and let her know I was on my way and arrived about 2 hours late for work - but still only wound up finishing a half an hour late.
My life sucks sometimes...:-(
It started out as a great night, seeing as I was only 10 minutes late picking up an already slightly buzzed RaYzor. Even he had to admit that I'm getting closer to being punctual.
Upon arriving downtown, once again we both came to the conclusion that parking downtown on a Friday night plain out sucks. I opted to pay the $5 to park in the lot right behind the MOST building in Armory Square.
We departed the car, entered the Tusk and said our hellos to everyone's friend, Tom B. Carpenter, who also happens the be the bouncer and door man at the Tusk. After purchasing our drinks, and Ray fetching a pizza, Tom began to spew out another tirade of his ever famous jokes. This time focusing on Scottish jokes, seeing as I just got back from Scotland.
Ray commented to anyone that joined our table that my eating habits would probably devour the entire 15" pizza he had just bought (minus a slice for himself and a few other patrons) despite my small stature. Tom likened my feasting to that of a snake biding it's time, eating slowly, but in enormous amounts.
As per usual, Ray was his ever charming self treading a thin line between amusing and annoying any patron who came within earshot - it is his nature. Thankfully though, his right-wing republican rhetoric was kept at a minimum that night leaving the arguments less heated than normal. Although when RaYzor accused Tom of being a fan of the 'New-Metallica' it did start to get ugly for a few seconds.
After a while, I was pleasantly surprised to see that longtime fan and friend of the Nightmare, Buffy Hunter showed up. She told us the sad news that she is moving to Canada in two weeks, which prompted many Canadian jokes. She did however tell us that she'll be holding a going away party at the Tusk this Saturday, complete with cake. I will miss her - she is a sweet girl.
A really drunk guy sat down next to me while Tom called him a cab. He was apparently bothering alot of the female patrons and had just been cut off for the night by the bar. I couldn't understand what he was trying to tell me, but I assured him that I agreed with him. It seemed to make him happy.
While still listening to my 'new friend' babble on incoherently, another pleasant surprise visit came from WitchDr and Akasha who happened to be strolling by.
They sat down at our table and we swapped some tattoo stories - didn't realise that Akasha had some really nice pieces inked. WitchDr ordered a strange raspberry wine that I still can't remember how to pronounce, but it tasted good. They were treated to the insightful wit of RaYzor, but seemed to take it all in stride, although the Nirvana versus GN'R argument almost got a bit out of hand. I tried to play mediator on that one, being a fan of both bands - but truth be known, I'd pick GN'R over Nirvana anyday...
After 1am we all were shuffled back inside, due to NY State law. We left shortly after saying our goodbyes to Tom, WitchDr, and Akasha to head back out to the parking lot.
As we started up the car and pulled out of our parking spot, RaYzor and I noticed the car was driving even more terrible than usual. I got out and saw that both of my driver side tires were flat - presumably slashed.
Thankfully, we both had AAA, and so RaYzor got them on the phone and we went through the usual information speil. After about half an hour wait, RaYzor fell asleep and I decided to change one of the flat tires with the spare I had in the trunk.
While kneeling down chaning a tire with a sleeping RaYzor in the passenger side seat wasn't bad enough, it was also raining out. With just a manual hand jack, it took me a good half hour to change the tire. Thankfully AAA had arrived just as I was screwing the last lugnut into place.
Being as it was now 3am and I was late to work, I made the appropriate phone calls and we proceeded to tow the car out to Bridgeport where the towtruck driver lived - apparently he has the same model car that I do and said he'd loan me his spare.
Ray talked the towtruck driver into dropping him off home (which was sort of on the way) but due to the small cab of the towtruck, Ray had to ride in my car which was hoisted onto the flatbed. Even though I guided the towtruck driver towards Ray's house, Ray proceeded to honk the horn before his street and scared the heck out of the poor driver.
We managed to get the spare tire onto the car once we got out to Bridgeport, and I had a scary ride home. Bridgeport is a bit to out in the sticks for me...I called my wife and let her know I was on my way and arrived about 2 hours late for work - but still only wound up finishing a half an hour late.
My life sucks sometimes...:-(
