yesterday, we had plans to meet sean, anne p., and andy out for a birthday brunch for april-fool b-day girl, amy. the venue was not yet set, so we had anticipated a call in the morning before the clock struck ten. sean, anne, and andy had all been out at the lithuanian hall monthly dance the night before, as amy and i had turned in early after having a nice dinner and viewing a rather odd play at the everyman theatre.
the phone rang at about 10:03am and amy picked up the receiver to find anne on the other end. there was lots of gasping and "what?!?" coming from this end of the phone, followed with a "what happened?" and then an "are you sure?!?"
it seems that after a night of drinking at the lithuaninan hall, hard-core pacifist andy had consumed a few too many beers and when on the way out to the parking lot got in a bit of a scuffle with a sporty guy in a bmw that mocked andy's work-in-progress late-60s mustang. andy threw the first punch, and the scuffle landed him a night in jail. anne wouldn't be able to bail him out until 3pm, and she didn't want the event to shadow amy's birthday brunch, so we'd go and have coffee and discuss the event further.
damn! i've never known anyone to spend a night in the clink, the slammer, the big house! and in baltimore noless! what a story that he could tell about his night on a hard steel bench trying to fend of some guy wanting to use him as his "bitch," and clanging a metal cup on the cell bars singing lowly songs of sorrow!
sean showed up, and anne was to be here in 20 minutes. we grilled sean for details of the event, great concern mixed with great curiosity. sean told us that the cops circled the dance hall like vultures, as it was a known hot-spot for trouble in a shady area of town. he also remarked that andy held his own with his long reach on a stubby-statured opponent. andy was inevitably thrown in jail for his initiating the first punch. wow, i suppose that andy certainly did spend a lot of time working on restoring his car, and he may have had some whiskey or other surly-inducing intoxicant that in an inebriated state he could have been seen like clubber lane in rocky II, late in the 10th round--sloppy punches, but intended punches.
sean, amy, and i left a note on the door for anne to meet us at the cafe around the corner. 5 minutes later anne came around the corner, and a few strides behind was andy. "the convict is out!" i announced to sean, who, in retrospect, didn't act as surprised as i was at seeing andy before the 3pm bail time. "April Fools!" anne exclaimed intertwined with hearty laughter. indeed, we had been had. and it was good.
incidentally, andy's feelings were a bit hurt that we were going to go out for breakfast while he was in jail. we couldn't do anything for him until 3pm anyway...(maybe we are bastards)
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There seems to be a glaring lack of references to the dark lord in this post.
the beast's glaring image is ingrained into my mind's eye. the evil will not triumph this time, for i fight into the wind much swifter than he.
Yeah, I'd like to have seen him try to fight that wind last night. Those are good heavy metal lyrics you've got there...maybe it's time to start a band.
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