THIS IS MY BEER. THERE ARE MANY LIKE IT, BUT THIS ONE IS MINE!
Day 2, Thursday, went much the same as the previous day. The reception for our reunion was that night, and I had decided that I’d wear a 70s outfit to it. So I ironed my $2.00 polyester pants and my $1.50 baby blue thread-bare shirt, and we headed into town for that. The great thing about having friends like Aaron and Zeno is that the energy level and the immature factor both spike right through the roof when all 3 of us are together, so while Zeno was taking a shower, Aaron and I had a photo shoot with Zeno’s kitty, where Aaron held her up as though he were showing off a prize-winning fish he’d just caught.
After arriving at the reception, it quickly became apparent that I’d horribly miscalculated my choice of attire. Oh everybody loved that I was being goofy, and we all had a laugh about it, but the synthetic materials made for a very sweaty Chewy. Firstly, remember in the 70s how a lot of guys would wear the puka shell necklaces? I had one of those, but instead of shells, I was wearing a candy necklace like you get at the movie theater, or on Halloween. So here I am sweating like a pig, and my necklace is grafting itself to my neck in a sticky, sugary mess, so I quickly got rid of that. Then I realized that I was wearing modern, sweat-wicking underwear, but I was also wearing the old polyester sweat-generating pants, so my Bad-touch/Good-touch area was completely confused. It was like I had matter in one pocket and anti-matter in the other and they were just DYING to touch and annihilate. Note to self: Don’t EVER do that again.
As one might imagine, there was a lot of alcohol flowing, and everybody had a good time without any goofy drama happening, which I was kind of surprised at, since this is Juneau after all. But afterward we all headed out to the bar. I should say The Bar, because while there are a number of bars, the Imperial is the one that people go to now. When I was 21, it was a place called the Penthouse, and then the Viking became popular, and now it’s the Imperial. Whatever…now you know a little about Juneau if you’ve never been there.
That night ended much the same as the previous night, with me waking up the next day without a hangover (what is going on here?) and Zeno showing up early in the afternoon. Standard Operating Procedure. Little did I know…
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