Yeah, so I didn’t get to go fishing while I was away. Apparently most ‘normal’ people don’t like to go out into the middle of the ocean on a small boat when it’s raining so hard you can’t see anything five feet in front of your face. Something to do with a ‘Perfect Storm’ or some such nonsense.
Wimps.
HoBiscuit my girlfriend and I woke up at 4:45am to drive for an hour to get to the docks where we were told by a rugged, squinty-eyed, rough-bearded sailor-man that there would be no fishing that day. HoBiscuit my girlfriend thought he was ‘hunky’. He (hunky) explained that even though there were eight of us willing to brave the storm in search of striper, he just couldn’t go out unless he had 14 paying customers so the fishing tour was cancelled. I expressed my understanding by shouting profanities at the heavens while jumping up and down in a large puddle of water. I may have also thrown down and stomped on my hat.
HoBiscuit my girlfriend expressed her embarrassment by shielding her eyes, mumbling apologies to the sailor-man and walking away from me as quickly as she could.
Another highlight of this weekend was being awoken at 4:30 in the morning with the fire alarms blaring because our Inn had been struck by lightening. HoBiscuit my girlfriend and I grabbed our stuff and booked (ran really, really fast for you non-urbanites out there) to the car. Ready to drive off should the building burst into flames, we sat in the car in the rain and watched the drama unfold. It seemed to me that every fire truck and fireman in the area came out and surrounded the place as if they were hordes of starving ants that had stumbled upon a giant Twinkie.
I swear I thought I saw a few of those guys salivating.
Luckily, we were given the all clear after only 20 minutes and everyone was allowed back into the building. It turns out that the lightening had struck the telephone switchboard and fried all the lines in the building and everything attached to them. It was a good thing that I hadn’t set up and connected my laptop yet. I don’t know what I would have done if lightening had fried Alita, but I bet it would have involved a lot of crying and cursing on my part.
I might even have thrown down and stomped on my hat.
How do you get away with referring to your girlfriend as HoBiscuit?
Nevermind. I read it.
You two are so cute :)
Heh, and I thought I was the only one who still used “book” as a verb. It’s really funny when you are needing to run, and you tell your friends “Book!” and they just look at you dumbly.
I was there! It involved an IHOP, a pile of “Hustler” magazines and two sporks.
Never, never again will hoBiscuit dictate where we eat during an anime con.
He DID cross it out.
Yeah, i get that.
I’m english, so it’s even less widely known. I end up having to say “Book!” then “Ah fuckit. LEG IT!”
I’m not crazy about the HoBiscuit moniker, but it does give me the excuse to punch the Geek really hard each time he refers to it in the blog. So…you can understand the dilemma.