Half way thru a Chimay Grand Reserve I find myself chuckling for what would seem to be no apparent reason. But picture a six foot, 200 pound man in a diaper sitting at a bar, throwing a tantrum. Due to the size you know it wasn't me, and it wasn't the instigator either. Now I had worked with the GI for a couple of months , but as anyone who has worked with me knows, I take a job to make money not friends. But lets back up a bit.
It was a day in September. A day I'll always remember. I believe it was a Sunday, possibly Monday, or one of the five other days. Just another day at work longing for a beer. I made mention of that to my boss Matt. About an hour later he comes up to me and says "you really gonna go out for a beer? Let me know where you're goin?" Well Matt was your typical bud light drinker and had no idea what he was getting himself into. We both took off early and met up at Flag brew. Not sure what I suggested for him, something light in body but heavy in alcohol. Maybe the Buba. After a few rounds we headed around the corner to the Wineloft. I got him started on some Belgian Tripels and then for a nite cap we had two magnums of the Chimay Grand Reserve. Even before this ol' Matt was in fine form.
At some point Scott, the great instigator, had come in with some friends to celebrate his birthday. He just sat back and enjoyed the show. For the encore, Matt in baby Huey form, grabs the two empty magnum bottles and starts pounding them on the bar. What a sight to behold. The only thing better was the look of bewilderment on Freaky Freddies (the bartender) face. A bit about Freddy. He is a Masshole and a FIB. For the unacquainted this means he lived in Massachusetts and Illinois. He started out as a cool bartender, and wound up as a flamboyant, prancing, arrogant puke. Mister liberal,will lie for a buck, says he is such and such. Wouldn't buy any vintage directly from me yet bought some of my stuff unwittingly from a local shop. He really is deserving of a tortuous death.
The following day at work Scott and I started talking beer, and the rest is a history of buffoonery and mayhem. Needless to say it was ALL instigated by Scott. I was just an innocent bystander. As for Matt, he did make it to work, albeit a couple hours late.
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That's perfect. The pink shirt realtor story also comes to mind. Remember those 2 chicks who wanted a picture? You were crawling all over that table and chairs getting the right shot, much to Freddies chagrin! Miss you man. Come down here and have a beer...
Yeah, should've killed the realtor, or at least called him out to one of his properties just to freak him out.
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