So, I went to a Marine Corps unit reunion in DC this past weekend and met up with Nunya and SteveC, among many others I was really happy to see again.
First off, don’t ever invite those two guys into your hotel room when they have a half gallon of Evan Williams bourbon in their hands. Nunya came to my room at 4:00 pm on Thursday and cracked the bottle. He and SteveC (along with about 7 other Jarheads who somehow received texts) left my hotel room at 6:00 am Sunday.
Now I understand how high school parties get out of hand these days with instant communications the way they are (“Hey, we’re at Curtis’ place and his parents aren’t home!!!”).
I think somewhere in there we may have gone to the Marine Corps museum and a dinner or two, and there were for sure three more empty half-gallons in the room…but it’s hazy.
Anyway, to the point of this post. On Friday night, Nunya, SteveC and I walked to dinner at a really, really good Thai restaurant. During the many-course dinner of curry-this and spicy-that, I threw a twenty on the table and suggested a bet…
The last man standing…Ummm that is to say, the last man with intestinal fortitude (as Nunya put it), after a night of very spicy Thai food, drinking, and cigars, would win the pot of $60.
Nunya never made it back to his room. He christened the head at about 2:30 am.
SteveC texted me at 8:20 Saturday morning “I’m out” – reminded me of Kramer in that Seinfeld episode about being “Master of your own domain.”
I took care of business at 8:21 am.
I can at least say this about fellow Jarheads, they pay their bets.
And yes, I rubbed it in then, but I am doing it now too – stand by for incoming…