Wanee Part 2

So Friday's awakening brought tidings of a chocolate and coconut cereal bars and milk in a box. I had forgotten to put mine in the cooler, actually too lazy so i had to drink it warm....but alas it wasn't warm because the weather was beautiful. Wendy and JoAnn set off on early morning adventures while i grazed the rest of my provisions. Further explorations into cheap canned delicacies that day included more beer of the Keystone Light and Natural Ice varieties. I also feasted on an ENTIRE bag of Terra Taro chips. They were pretty tasty and could have used a touch more salt. I also had a can of pickled mussels. Slightly vinegary but very delicious. This canned delicacy will be replacing the standard smoked mussels for the time being in my hurricane/camping provisions. I spent most of the day at the campsite with my companions eating. A few random strangers would stop to talk, offer drugs, posters and t-shirts for sale. The tell tale sign of clean port o potties would waft our way sporadically and make the drunken stumble to kill the beer bladder just a bit more pleasant. The company that maintained the portable water closets would place a cherry scented block that would carry over to our campsite.

At one point our neighbor, who will be referred to as Orlando Car Wreck, came over and took a seat in the bed of the truck. He brought along with him one bottle of wine and would occasionally pop pills in between swigs will barely conversing in mumbles. he had mentioned that that morning he had burned a hole in his tent when his fan blew his morning joint out of his hand....sucked to be him. That afternoon we hit the hammocks and i managed to take a nap while JoAnn rocked me to sleep. Dinner was Mellow Mushroom Mushroom Pizza....wonderful, during the awesome allman brothers set. I left kinda early though because i had started to feel fluish.

The next morning i didn't really want to have any beer and laid low for most of the day. I had my other can of the chef but....Beached Whale wasn't around to witness. At one point during our hanging at the campsite a nice young lad named Paul came over to us and spilled his guts on the story of his life. We took him under our wing, fed him beer and basked in his whiteboyness. We ventured out into the wilderness and enjoyed the shopping area and then went on a walk that took us by the stables. I didn't know where they were before. That night was the longest night ever....annoying neighbors and fireworks guaranteed that. FUCKING KIDS. Since i didn't sleep much i was up extra early.

We packed up and hit the road and JoAnn's craving for meat on a bun lead us to Steak n' Shake. My cheap but satisfying chicken sandwich with guacamole was worth the stop. There was also a stand in the gas station area that had boiled peanuts and citrus. Wendy bought the cajun extra smelly ones from a guy that looked like he stepped out of deliverance.....Back on the road and at some point i gave up and Wendy got us home. I unpacked everything and had to toss everything in the wash because the campfire smell was making me gag. I had to leave my tent out for like 4 days and it still smells bad. I was left with a sushi craving and called upon my old friend from high school. He suggested we hit Hiro in North Miami because it was close to him and cheap. I felt guilty making him drive down my way in the rain. I was impressed....they had my tried and true favorites: eggplant with miso sauce, spicy tuna, and jb rolls. I enjoyed my feast with my bottle of sake and lots of reflection on life and what its dealt us.......