I don't have time for much today, but here are a few pictures I took en route to my (hopefully) last catering gig with the "dramatic" caterer.
This was a 1/2 block from my house. As I was pulling out of my driveway to leave, I saw one of those GIANT firetrucks pull up to my neighbor's house. Seems someone called about the possibly dead man in a recliner in their yard.
I say these neighbors were pretty much begging for a bum to pass out in their front yard. Don't park your unwanted la-z-boy out there and not expect someone to pass out in it. It's a nice neighborhood, but we seem to have a touch more than the average number of drunkies here. Duh.
Here they are, trying to wake him up.
(click the pic for better bum-o-vision)
He looks comfortable, and it was a lovely morning.
If I hadn't had somewhere to be, I may have snuggled in there with him for just a little more sleep.
I love that they pretty much just poked him to see if he was alive or not. Poke. Poke.
And comfortable- let the man rest, will ya?
This Mad Dog 20-20 hangover isn't going to sleep itself off, you know.
If you or anyone you know is considering a career in either bummery or the hobo arts, I suggest you start doing your homework.
A quality bum is an educated bum, I say.
Maybe more on my weekend later, after work. I'll try to think of the non-hobo related things that happened, if there were any.