Attendants: Gumbi, 'self-destructive', Red, Bartender Stephanie and Mark #1 and #2.
Agenda: Drink Brewskis. Many of them.
As promised, I bring you my latest adventure with my beloved pal, Gumbi. It has been awhile since we've 'caught up' and Thursday night was consistent with our usual debachery. The plan was for him to meet me at my apartment around 8 and then we would head out somewhere from there. I received a call from him at 8 saying that he was running behind and would be able to meet me where ever around 8:30. That was fine so I emailed (the man refuses to have text messaging which partially impacted my decision to get a personal blackberry so that I could communicate with him without calling, it has helped our friendship) him directions to the Peculiar Pub. I took the subway to W4th and navigated myself onto Bleeker and made it to the Pub on time. True to form, he was not on time. I called him to see how long he would be and he was in the cab with a coworker (Red) and two British men (what the ?). I ask him how long he'll be and he says, '5 minutes.' Thoroughly confused by the British men thrown into the mix now for I had been under the impression that he was on his way to meet me straight from work, I started invisioning these two random Brits jumping in the cab with Gumbi and Red.After hanging up, I was left with two decisions; 1) Wait outside for Gumbi and Co. or 2) Go inside, set up shop and get myself a brewski. I obviously chose option #2 and entered the bar, ordered up my beloved brewski of choice, Chimay may (for some reason I always have to throw in that other 'may') and made myself comfortable. While I sat and imbibed alone, I emailed and BB messaged friends thinking he'll show up shortly.....Come 9:05, the tall and limber, strolls into the pub with his 'entourage.' Immediately upon seeing him, I know he did not come straight from work but from another pub.
The boys gather 'round and with that come the introductions. Gumbi introduces me to his co-worker, 'Red' and the 'Marks' in town from England for the weekend. What makes the British pair even more humorous other than their complete randomness is that they are both named Mark. I figured they couldn't be too harmful since they immediately bought me a new Chimay so I dubbed them Mark #1 and Mark #2. Number 2 wasn't too happy with his number so I tried to sell him on 1a and 1b, that at least quieted him down for the time being.
Many Chimays (me) and Blue Moons (Gumbi) later, Mark #1 has invited me to his place in Bermuda, Red has admitted to having a crush on me and Gumbi is swaying but there is no music playing. Time continues to pass and even bartender Stephanie is leaving us so I make the call that we should hit the road as well. Gumbi at this point is truly at his peak and exemplifying his nickname. When he stands, it is as if all the bones in his body have turned to rubber and he is bending forwards and backwards, right and left limbs, jacket, hair a' flying. We walk toward the door and he is confused where he is. I hail a cab and ask if he'll go to Brooklyn (where Gumbi dwells), cab driver agrees, I throw Gumbi in and wish him a good night. I too get into a cab and the night comes to a rather not so destructive end.
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