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That is one of the saddest things I have seen.
Would you have a linky to the thread? I must have missed it.This is almost exactly the same motion, and result, from the young lady. Pretend the cake is about 2 rows of 5 people...her rainbird spray was deadly accurate.
I have a picture of the carnage here somewhere...
I remember getting back to the lot with my phamily exhausted from the heat (we were in the east stands), and you laid the story on me. Disaster narrowly averted. Nightfall and cold beer never felt so good, especially after seeing us play at a level rarely seen in the last 6 years. The Fifield lot has been the true champion of '16.This is almost exactly the same motion, and result, from the young lady. Pretend the cake is about 2 rows of 5 people...her rainbird spray was deadly accurate.
I have a picture of the carnage here somewhere...
Typical Tuesday.It's 1967. Chris is 18, Randy and I are 16 and we're headed to see the Spencer Davis Group at the Beaches Coliseum in Chris' '56 Chevy. Randy has ripped his stepdad for a quart of liquor. We are speeding down Atlantic Blvd pouring the whiskey down out of the bottle like drunken sailors and smoking a pinjoint of mexican pot laughing our asses off. We get to the Coliseum and a local band is playing before Spencer Davis starts so we're walking around checking out the talent. The place is packed. We hadn't been there long and pretty soon Randy's not feeling to good so we head up the stairs to the mezzanine level. The Coliseum was a dome structure and the mezzanine also made the full circle. We found a couple of seats and Randy parks himself with his arms folded on the rail and his head on his hands. We weren't sitting there for long before I realized Randy was gonna blow. He never moved his head when he first started and with his mouth on his arms it caused the hot goo to spray like a water hose with your thumb over the end. Then he raised his head and began projectile vomiting. It was like a cartoon. His head was moving side to side and the stream started and stopped about 3 times. I looked over the rail and you could see people scattering. He probably shared the contents of his stomach with at least 15 people. It was a disgusting early end to a promising night. We had to stop at the first service station and hose Randy off so we could stand sitting in the car with him. I still see Randy from time to time and the story still brings a lot of laughs.