South Carolina 2011 - The Gameday

Down here the locals called today Gameday and we rolled with it and started shouting it at anyone within vocal range. It was along the lines of "Yeah! Gameday!" But soon it was night and Gameday was drawing to a close, so we had to go out on top. There was no better way to do it then with a fire in the backyard with our creepy little mascot Thurman. After all, it was his idea to rage, drink and burn things in the night.

Thurman was born from the ashes of the continuous burning hellfire so it was only fitting that he returned there when his time on this Earth was finished. But in order to send him there we needed to burn him alive. It sounds horrific but it was the only way for him to transcend the boundaries between this planet and the netherworld. All things must come to an end. Death is a part of life. We all take this fateful voyage.

James and Melissa spend a lot of time here at Schooners so they have to keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day in order to keep things fresh. I don't know if they invented this pickle shot or heard about it from a friend, but basically it's some kind of booze (probably Vodka) and pickle juice. I know it sounds gross but it was actually quite good. But then again I really like pickles, so I was predisposed to it.

I don't remember who won the South Carolina football game but that's not because I was drunk; it was because I wasn't paying attention. When I finally made it inside the bar I was too busy hanging out with the family to care about anything else.

Although Thurman has only been with us for a few short days, he had lived longer and fuller than any of his predecessors. When he threw himself on the fire we couldn't stop him. That's how he wanted to go.

There are plenty of other things to do in this bar like shoot pool, play Big Buck Hunter, dance to the tunes on the Jukebox, consume deep fried bar food and of course drink. That's why it surprised me when this mediocre test of strength made its' debut. That's a new one on me.

Home

There was no shortage of wood in James' backyard thanks to the abundance of trees. This is a good thing for a pyro like me because it means that I don't have to start tearing pieces off of the house to keep the fire going well into the night. I'm sure that James appreciated that because he's still paying the mortgage and would very much like to still have a roof over his head by the time he pays it off. Some people care about that.

I previously mentioned that everyone in the neighborhood had a dog. Well the one next door was being particularly annoying tonight so we decided to have Thurman scare him into submission. It worked.