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(I've been trying to get myself to sit down and write about Buddy Boy's Going To Iraq party for a while. I'm actually writing this on the 13th, but I think I'll backdate it for the 4th. It was originally supposed to happen on the 4th but got rescheduled for the 3rd.)
In attendance, aside from Buddy Boy: Moose, Beej, Afa, WB, Buddy Boy's brother and brother's wife, and just as I was thinking of leaving CeeJay and ElvenGirl showed up.
Buddy Boy met me at the door with a hug as I entered the VFW hall (a predominantly brown place, redolent of stale cigarette smoke), and instructed me to get Beej to introduce me to his brother and brother's wife while he signed me in. They already had a pizza on the table, and immediately began putting the pressure on me to have some. For something frozen the pizza is actually pretty good. I tried hard to resist - even managed to eat half a pickled egg, which everyone assured me had probably been in that jar since Buddy Boy got back from the Gulf War. It was horrible and I pushed it toward Beej, who disappeared it when I looked away. By that time Afa had arrived and he and Moose lit up cigars so that was all I could smell... yet, even so I caved and ate a couple pieces of pizza, and then later ate the pepperonis off a couple more so Afa could eat the rest. :)
"[Derien] is in the SPOT program," Buddy Boy offered, by way of telling his brother and sister-in-law something about me. "You know that thing you've been hearing so much about in the news, lately, which I used to be in? I remember one day I had this guy I pulled in, one of my first pulls by myself... I'd been watching him and I had him up to like two hundred points*, I was sure I had a really good one. He was wearing sunglasses indoors, and refused to make eye contact with anyone, all jazzed and fidgety - I was psyched! Well, I realized part of my mistake as soon as the person doing the search opened up his bag and pulled out a couple of giant sized packages of lollipops. Then they pulled out the folding white cane with the red tip...great. I'd pulled over a blind guy who was trying to quit smoking!"
(*Note: There is no such thing as two hundred points. And the particulars he mentioned - sunglasses, etc - are not criteria for pulling someone in, which I believe is why he specifically chose to focus on those points for purposes of the story. I think they've given out more information in the news stories that have been out, lately.)
In attendance, aside from Buddy Boy: Moose, Beej, Afa, WB, Buddy Boy's brother and brother's wife, and just as I was thinking of leaving CeeJay and ElvenGirl showed up.
Buddy Boy met me at the door with a hug as I entered the VFW hall (a predominantly brown place, redolent of stale cigarette smoke), and instructed me to get Beej to introduce me to his brother and brother's wife while he signed me in. They already had a pizza on the table, and immediately began putting the pressure on me to have some. For something frozen the pizza is actually pretty good. I tried hard to resist - even managed to eat half a pickled egg, which everyone assured me had probably been in that jar since Buddy Boy got back from the Gulf War. It was horrible and I pushed it toward Beej, who disappeared it when I looked away. By that time Afa had arrived and he and Moose lit up cigars so that was all I could smell... yet, even so I caved and ate a couple pieces of pizza, and then later ate the pepperonis off a couple more so Afa could eat the rest. :)
"[Derien] is in the SPOT program," Buddy Boy offered, by way of telling his brother and sister-in-law something about me. "You know that thing you've been hearing so much about in the news, lately, which I used to be in? I remember one day I had this guy I pulled in, one of my first pulls by myself... I'd been watching him and I had him up to like two hundred points*, I was sure I had a really good one. He was wearing sunglasses indoors, and refused to make eye contact with anyone, all jazzed and fidgety - I was psyched! Well, I realized part of my mistake as soon as the person doing the search opened up his bag and pulled out a couple of giant sized packages of lollipops. Then they pulled out the folding white cane with the red tip...great. I'd pulled over a blind guy who was trying to quit smoking!"
(*Note: There is no such thing as two hundred points. And the particulars he mentioned - sunglasses, etc - are not criteria for pulling someone in, which I believe is why he specifically chose to focus on those points for purposes of the story. I think they've given out more information in the news stories that have been out, lately.)