Le Bonfire

27 11 2010

So we had an interesting time at the bonfire, pretty good turnout for a last-minute gathering. But who can say no to a bonfire? Eh? That’s what I thought.

Our fire started out relatively modest, of course we didn’t “borrow” enough firewood to last but an hour, so had to make numerous trips to a very friendly construction site. It kindly provided us with several wood pallets. Complete with rusty nails laden with tenanus. Can’t have a fire without a little danger, or chance of catching a disease.

We weren’t entirely sure bonfires were legal here…but after realizing there were three other fires going, decoy fires, if you will, we figured it was relatively legal… And if it wasn’t we could jump in the nearby ocean and attain a quick get-away. Speaking of the decoy fires, about halfway through the night, some of the guys headed over to the closest bonfire for a peace offering of hot dogs. (yeah, we made sure they weren’t pork first) They were allegedly fed russian beer and corn on the cob.. Pretty normal bonfire food…right?

Anywho, it was a good night, one of the guys sprained/broke their ankle trying to jump over the bonfire = ), the class of 2010 showed up (aka 18 yr old muthafuckaz that no one recognized..), one of the guys jumpedin the ocean for no reason, we roasted hot dogs with a makeshift wire hangar (make that two wire hangars), found a very large wood spool and decided it absolutely MUST be thrown in the fire. Oh, and then we had to all stand on it, naturally. Drinking Parrot Piss, shots of jack (ew), some good tunes, the ocean breeze, and sand of the Bahraini desert, what more could you want??

Well, my car went dead after five hours of playing music and leaving the dome light on. No biggie, we jumped it. Pretty sure the sober guys helped me out with that one. I couldn’t stop laughing uncontrollably in enough time to help out… It was hilarious for some reason…

One of the “class of 2010” guys was annoying the shit out of me. He decided to take up a position in the back of my car next to me. As if his ass could fit in the back with me and another guy’s, and AS IF he knew me well enough to sit literally ass to ass with me. Nope. That and he wouldn’t shut his mouth. Maybe I’m just getting old and out of touch with the youth of today.. This kid seriously had like a Lost Boys jacket on (have I mentioned this is the desert…and we were near a FIRE??) and greasy black hair, he was probably packin some fangs, or at least a weapon or two. He looked shady to say the least. He also works at the….least desirable place on base…so I bet he is pretty cool in the real world. I’m sorry, but if you’re going to run your mouth like you’re God’s gift, at least have the personality and good looks to back it up. Nope. Neither. Consider this a FAIL Edward. Of the epic proportion.

Oh, and one of our marines got stolen. Funny story actually. Okay, I’ll tell you. Twisted my arm. So there we were, leaving the bonfire…a friend drove my car home for me. He goes back to pick up his car, and it’s gone. Gone, with his friend passed out in the back seat. GONE. No car, no friend. Just sand and a fire pit. So, we try and call peeps who were there and no one’s seen him or the car.. Finally, I call a buddy “Have you seen the dude who passed out in the car anywhere..or the car for that matter”. Buddy; “Yeah, he’s right here on my couch, he’s sleeping” WTF dude. So  this guy takes the initiative to drive someone else’s car home with a stranger passed out in the back. Anywho, friends were reunited and no one was raped…..that we know of.

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28 11 2010
bloodlovehopeluststeam

I donno but I like that guy’s profile pic. It’s pretty and purple. = )

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