gordon was filling one of the beverage barrels right around dawn. the sound of plastic water bottles schlumping their way into the igloo barrel is quite the ear-opener.
at lunch i announced that i had found a ring in the hot tub last night, and if you could identify it, it must be yours.
the sound of the pool party at fife’s was like the call of the pied piper, so i and a few other men ambled down to the resort, climbed the stairs, and made our entrance. sunscreened up with liquid asbestos, i had taken off my shirt and was showing off the ink, which had been getting really good feedback. i was also showing off my new confidence and hecka weight loss.
fun had been had at the fife’s – a little kissy, a little sucky, a little gropy-grope, and little “he uses flipper to sex up pussy.”
on the way home, i saw ed across the street at the same intersection as me walking home from xen or the RRR. he signed to me “you found a ring?”
“yes,” came my fist’s reply.
“a silver ring with a bear claw?” he signed.
“yes, i have it. it must be yours.”
he crossed the street, and i reached into my pocket for the ring. you haves nothinges in your pocket. BAGGINS! WE HATES YE FOREVER!
fuck! ok, don’t panic, you probably just lost it at the fife’s, but stall for a second to collect your head. i tell him that it might be in my tent, and i’ll look when i get back. he is mollified at this, and we walk back slowly, as the sun stares its powerful glare upon us.
salad went well that night. no massages, and i stayed in and chilled out. i did tell ed that i thought i lost the ring at fife’s. he doesn’t eat any salad that night.
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