clappy, as far as i can remember, polvie's
account of our pool night is fairly accurate.
i believe it followed our prawns and scallop
and tamale feast earlier in the evening.
i recall that i was the dp that evening (designated
photographer) and i feel remiss that i did not
get a shot of harold with his fingers firmly
ensconced in the bowling ball, or for that matter,
the darkly menacing scowls on the faces of the
"friendly" mexicans behind the bar as he approached
the pool table.
but, the image is forever burned in my memory!!!
be that as it may, rusty (as harold was wont to call
him) did not finish the story. we stumbled, giggling,
out of the bowling ally and into the tonka - harold in
the back stretched out under the stars feeling somewhat
"dis custard" i'd say at his poor pool showing but
happy nonetheless, and kath and i in the front.
el dusto however, gets a bee in his bonnet, leaps
up onto the hood of the truck (can you envision it)
and decides that now would be a good time to fix the
windshield wipers ??!!?!
he was determined.
(i tried to post the picture - couldn't)
he was really determined
(tried to post another picture - even he hasn't
seen it - couldn't)
it didn't rain in mexico ...
... not once.
we spent the rest of the evening in the cock pit
of the blue frog engaging in the milk snarkling
laughter polvie referred to earlier over i know
not what - something to do with dogs that bite and
peter sellers i think.
you really had to be there. <vbg>
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