There's always a story.... So, of course, I would expect to have a very mellow and tame July 4th. All started off well. Brought goodies to my friends' place to have hibachi...we're just sitting there with the grill fired up -- tri tips, asparagi, portabellos, chicken, ribs all cookin' away. Ahi poke to nibble on, plenty of beer to go around. The temperature up on Portola goes from a decemt 75 degrees to a downright frigid 50-somethin' degrees. With the heat and the cold mingling, a fog bank rolled in - as it usually does around that area of SF - and we were in the thick of it. So, we backed everything into the garage, except the grills...those we kept burning...huddling around it like a bunch of hobos at the tracks.
We'd invited a couple of friends to come over....so, they came after another raging bbq, with two friends, who in turn had brought two more of THEIR friends (visiting from Kansas). The last two friends of friends were two guys. I am not drinkin' the hater-ade when I say this, but, they were haole. And it was one of the guy's birthday...and he and the other guy had already had quite a few drinks, and they continued to do shots when they arrived. I'm having a conversation with someone, when a commotion in the back of the garage catches everyone's attention. Birthday boy and friend were strippin' down to their FOTL (Fruit of the Loom)...and wait!! off came the FOTL! All they had were their socks and sneakers on. We all saw verticle smiles. Then they turned around and we saw frank and beans. They were intent on recreating the Will Ferrell scene from "Old School" and yelled, "We're going streaking!!" They then proceeded to run up the street (a rather busy one, at that) and then come down....facing oncoming traffic. It's a wonder no one called the police. Or maybe due to the extreme cold and the effect it tends to have - they didn't feel the need. Birthday boy wanted to go streaking a bit later, so he didn't bother to put on any clothes save his FOTL. He then whimpered later that he didn't feel comfortable streaking again, unless the ladies present said they didn't mind that Johnson had shrunk, due to the cold weather. We all minded. And stated it. Keep it in your pants.
Ok, that was my July 4th. No more excitement for this old fogey. Good day.
