Generator, satellite dish, 2 HD TVs, deep fryer, gas grill, tunes,
2 coolers, and a bean bag game. Why even go inside? I'm
not sure they ever did.
It's either wait in line to see what the people before you needed
to expel, because you know there's a melange of matter in there,
or take a walk into the swamps of Jersey.
Senator John Blutarsky was in attendance.
Coconut-curry chicken skewers. I shoulda made more.
A hell of a lot more.
Still the tallest building in Manhattan, but not for long.
Robert is the luckiest Parking Technician at Giants Stadium.
We always park in the same spot, game after game, and he's
always there to greet us and wave us right in. Amazing how
we get a spot so close to our tailgating group every time, even
though we're arriving as much as two hours after the gates open.
In turn, he eats like a king all pre-game long: ribs, chicken wings,
sausage sandwiches, baked ziti, filet mignon, grilled oysters
and clams, shrimp cocktail, and desserts of all sizes and shapes.
I've seen him directing traffic and yelling at someone while holding
a paper plate full of food. I love that guy.
Mmmmm, chicken skewers! Didn't I read something about a martini somewhere? I need one, can you pour it through the monitor into my glass? I need one!
ReplyDeleteGoodnight Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are!
Occupy MetLife event?
ReplyDeleteDid I read "bean bag game"? Beanbag? Ah, very good; it becomes very exciting at times. I saw the championship played in Paris. Many people were killed. (WC Fields)
Loved playing Mussorgsky (orchestral versions that is).