We be here at the first annual Clearwater Revival. Gypo, the Rupley brothers, Rotax Robert and his friend George, Dennis and the clan and a whole bunch o' canuk people just drinkin' and bein' stupid. The fargin Daquiri Wacher had to be modified to get the fargin' EPA BS off of the thing. Last night we went to the Wells Gray Bar and Grill and had dinner, but not without Karaoke and Predator action. We're havin' a dinner of prons and steak and all of a sudden, Robert gets up and fires up the Predator that's sittin' in the middle of the dance floor! I'm not sh%ttin' ya! The bartenders are completely jacked at this point and we're just howling at the machismo of the whole deal. Robert. in his typical notwithstanding persona, merely strolls off the dance floor and people are absolutely going ballistic! Gypo, being more well behaved than anyone has ever seen him, is sitting there with Doug, the two of them just hauling down anything that has alcohol in it, and completely impervious to the fact that a straight-piped V8 has just been lit-off in the middle of a fargin' restaurant.
Twenty people from the Revival were there and we ran up a $600 dinner and bar tab within 3 hours. Arboristsite members are drinking "Gladiators" at the bar and the local chicks are really digging the action. This is manliness of the first order! A toast is offered up by Dennis, to Darin, and the place goes berserk. Everyone is competely inebriated by this point. Jane leaves because she can't bring herself to be associated with such a$$holery. Most of the other women follow suit. Without the spectre of womanly intervention, things get completely out of hand. We end up back at Greffard's at about 2 AM, and when we get there, there's a couple of cruisers in the driveway with the lights going and people being questioned, and at the same time time, the hangers-on are in the front yard tossing down beverages like the cops aren't even there. More later, I need a drink .
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