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When you reach the age of 56, what even entertains you?

For Ricky’s father(Dick) it seems to be, pretty much everything.  He loves to spend time with his kid and even all of the friends that are brought over, with thwarting any had been fun!  He is a fun guy who takes life as is, and just rolls with the punches.  A free spirit in a very uptight world, god bless him.

Today was his birthday(or rather yesterday) and he just returned from a two week escapade to deliver goods via semi-truck.  Ricky had hinted earlier in the day that Dick was returning home today and only later to realize that his father’s birthday was today! So him and I had a brief conversation about what to get him, and moved on with the days tasks.  Fast forward a couple of hours and you’ll find yourself at 9 O’clock here at Dove Field(our home).  There were 5 of us. Andrew, Ricky, John, Dick, and I.  All shooting the shit talking about what the fuck to do tonight, only to come to the conclusion that we needed to take Dick out.

Perhaps by taking him out for a night on the town, he would have some free spirited fun.  This proved to be the best idea that any of us could have pondered.  Unfortunately we had to wait for the three stooges to get done eating heaps of food in order to just leave the place, and by then it was already 1230.

Out arrival at Ybor was very welcomed by  a bar called ‘Crowbar.’  It usually features a band or two a night, and let’s young ins’ in(such as myself).  We spent about an hour there listening to the dingiest of dingy country/folk/fuckfest/music while Dick had an amazing time.  He danced all around enjoying every string played on the banjo, his dance resembled the dance of Schroeder in ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’.   After all of the fun was to be had at Crowbar, we ventured out to find the next hotspot, it was decided to be some place that name escapes me.  It was another small bar that was currently featuring a Karoeke machine with some horrid singers.

Bam, here I am, its 430am and I’m blogging.

No need to sleep, wake up call is in an hour.

love

Written by ravenorose

October 10, 2009 at 4:27 am

Posted in His Life, Life

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