The next morning Mike and his son woke up late. It was well after noon
by the time that they had all of their clothes changed and met Rod at
the truck for their ride to the party. It was still rather early, a
full three hours until the party. It was going to be one of those all
afternoon parties where the guys would sit around and break in a keg of
Iron City Beer.
"We're gonna stop by the distributor and pick up a case of beer in case
the party goes bust ya know. They never plan ahead these things." Rod
said with a sigh, "I keep telling my fricken son that you need to
figure out how many people are coming."
"He said around fifty," Mike chimed in.
"Fifty, he always says fifty. And then he ends up inviting everybody
and their brother and you have a hundred or so. And then I hear, 'Hey
pop wanna go get me some booze?" Rod laughed, grinding down on the
clutch.
"Yeah that's when nobody shows up though," Mike smiled. "Don't let me
forget to give her my check."
"Ok. Yeah you know it."
Rod was a wild driver, always going twenty miles over the speed limit,
just for the hell of it. Always with the lead foot, and it made Mike
extremely nervous. It was one thing that he'd never understood about
Rod and his family, when they wanted something done they wanted it done
immediately. The great outlaws who defied every man made law on the
planet.
"Ya know," Rod said with a smile. "This party is gonna be great. Maybe
we'll piss Vicki off like we did the last time."
"What'd you do now?" Mike chuckled, looking in his wallet for money to
pay for half of the beer.
"Well..... well.... Ok you got me." Rod stated to laugh hysterically,
almost driving completely off the road towards a little girl on a bike
who gave them the finger.
"Rod watch the road!"
"I am Mike," Rod continued, "So anyway what was I saying?"
"Um... something about your son's party that he had and pissing his
wife off."
"Oh..yeah ok," Rod said, paying more attention to the road this time.
"We got hammered. And Vicki can't drink booze, so we were out of it and
she was sober. So we went...." He paused as he passed a slower driver,
"He um... anyhow she was there wearing a T shirt and a bathing suit
underneath that. And we got riled up and tried to get her to do a
little strip for us. Had a bet what her breast size was. David got in
on it too and she flipped. Wouldn't talk to me for a whole.. fu..
frickin week!" He was starting to become annoyed by Mike, questioning
his driving ability.
By then, it was time to get the booze, and Rod's mind was too absorbed
in the idea of the beer more so than his broken stories. None of his
stories ever made sense, and they were never finished. He'd spend the
entire time driving to a place and wait until the last two minutes of
the drive to begin a deep conversation because he knew that there was
nobody who would ever end the conversation in anything but his favor.
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