Pole Dancing In The Dark

Clarification...

Actually, there was a plane crash last week about a mile away from where we were staying, and it wasn't long after the Coast Guard helicopters buzzed us on the beach that I did find Joe. All that is true. I really wish I had my camera at the time to pictures of how low they were flying. (And also honestly document the rescue of Joe, but I do have the re-enactment for you all...)

But before I get to the pictures, I have to share something else with my gentle readers…

Weirdest thing happened tonight while I was out with the hubster. We went to our favorite sushi spot on the whole planet for dinner. The place was slammed, heavy duty backed up people waiting for long times to eat at the hibachi tables, so we went to the sushi bar instead.

Now, it’s kind of sad to say, but we are on a first name basis with everyone that works there, especially the sushi chef, Danny. He usually hooks the hubster up with new things to try… but since tonight was so slammed, he couldn’t serve us new things without long sushi-less breaks in between. But that doesn’t bother us, because we like to take our time to eat and talk about everything. Besides, I had a week’s worth of stories to tell him about my trip. So, we are sitting there for about an hour and a half, when all of a sudden, these four guys dressed in their best rock and roll attire (black concert shirts, white wife beaters, black jogging pants, tattoos, and chains – fashion statements all) sit down next to us.

The first guy starts talking to everyone and no one – mostly to himself – stating that he wants salmon sashimi (that’s sushi without the rice for the uninitiated) several times. I lean over to the hubster to snark in his ear about the inebriated nature of his new buddy. He snickers a little. Then, being the so not shy type, (unlike yours truly) he asks this guy if he is in a band. The guy shakes his hand and says “My name is Steve Adler and I used to play for Guns –n- Roses, and now I play in my own band called Adler’s Appetite.” Being the skeptic that I am, I merely roll my eyes and lean over to hubster with an “I don’t think so.”

Hubster talks with the guys for a while longer, recommending sushi and sashimi for them all to try. He turns to me and says “well, they certainly talk like they’re in a band.” I tell him that I don’t doubt that they’re in a band and that they are playing somewhere in Rottenchester tonight, but I am having a hard time swallowing that we are currently sitting next to the drummer of Guns - n – Roses.

I came home tonight and checked on Wikipedia– sure enough, we were sharing sushi with Steven Adler of G-N-R. He looks pretty much the same, with smaller less blond hair. Weird huh? (We were invited to the concert but I had to decline… after all I am too old. It’s too loud.) Anyway, they were a friendly bunch of guys, and I wish them the best. (Sorry if I seemed rude, I just didn't believe you is all. And I am sure that no one will believe me.)

Anyway, on to the Joe rescue re-enactment....

Joe has just fought against the high tide waves after swimming vast distances. He strength is just about out when all of a sudden (oh no!)

another wave hits him... he is just about at the end of his rope and using his remaining strength...

he crawls to shore

where I find him. He is unconscious and I try to revive him with a little mouth to mouth, but it's no good. So I smack him around a little until he revives. Then I take him home so that he can dry out in the sun.

He kicks back on the chaise and sleeps off the traumatic stress.

More on this unfolding drama later...

I realize that I have issues, and I am a little strange... I think it just adds to the fun...

Posted by Ethne at April 30, 2005 10:25 PM