Moments pass and he returns - 3 taster plates of gourmet BBQ consisting of; spiced brown sugar yucca fries, Cajun coleslaw, crawfish and chorizo potato salad, Carolina style BBQ ribs, Fijian albacore, smoked apple sauce, mojo glazed pork pincho's and chimichurri rubbed hanger steak. I've no idea what any of that was, but it was delicious and with the 2 pints of supplied sangria, I was having a marvellous time, gobbling down food, gabbling to folk whilst gulping refreshments.
|I didn't get any pictures of the food, so this will have to do (via flevoland.to)|
Picking up a movie star along the way, first stop Woods - this bar was like walking into a contemporary Canadian cabin made of cedar. Sinking beers and chatting shit, things were going well but thanks to a Goth DJ at the auditory helm, the atmosphere was equal to that of a morgue.
Solution was found at another bar called Bar1200, throwing a drink down us while were waiting for this model to join our band of merry men. We got liquor supplies and drove to the next and final location.
|Like this, but with a Goth in the corner and more wood (via southernliving.com)|
I was told a story by the one of the guys about, how parties in the hills used to be found in the good old days. You'd go to a liquid store, get out your car and head to the far end of the parking lot. There'll be a guy wearing a string vest, purple trousers and a moustache. Go up to him and say "I like to put fish in my ears and dance the funky chicken, naked" that's the password, in return he'll give you directions to a party, which would normally end up being a few doors up.
|Oh, you crazy loon (via meghanmorrison.com)|
|Just your usual inside fountain, tucked away in the corner|
"Do you live here?"
"Yeah, I grew up here"
"Where are the owners?"
"My parents, they're in London watching the some tennis final"
"Oh cool, what do you have to do in life, to live in a house like this"
"My dad's in some band"
"He's in this 80s band that sang about having a desire or craving for sustenance similar to a carnivorous mammals of the dog family and pertaining to an involuntary response to a stimulus"
"..." <- shock and silence "...Sounds neat"
430am rolled around and we left this fantasy land we briefly lived in for these few hours, one day that'll be me and it shall be mine, one day...