A lot has happened since the last time I wrote something down in my journal for you guys. I’ve traveled from Louisiana to North Carolina to Florida, and Saturday or Sunday I leave for the Charlotte area again. Not, however, before doing even more stuff here in Florida.
We closed out the Louisiana Renaissance Festival with a badda-boom and a bang! I had a great time this year (years past: not so much), and I truly enjoyed the people I ended up living with. Hauser Hotel, we now call it, is the domain of Jamie & Bob Haeuser and their two kids. They have opened their home to the likes of me and other rennies such as the Limey Birds, half of the Duelists, as well as a few out-of-town musicians and other not-so-loathsome riff-raff such as we. There were many nights of laughter, Trivial Pursuit, and fine Cajun cooking. I guar-aun-tee!
Fun with the new Tortuga Pirate Show |
Jamie and Bob Haeuser - hosts extraordinaire |
Me with my spiffy new Arrogant Worms hat - courtesy of Andy Blau |
Can anyone help me find the D-Day Museum? |
My favorite colors |
Me and Mickey love getting birthday presents |
While there I celebrated my 41st birthday (can you believe it?) with my closest Carolina friends at the Galway Hooker. Just so you know, the Galway Hooker is an Irish pub/restaurant - sorry to disappoint. We had our own private room and everything! It was called the "Snug Room." This is the section of a pub where the women legally had to drink in Ireland in the olden days. Figures they’d stick a Tortuga there. In attendance were Dave & Suzi, Robbie & April Messer, and the newly married E.J. & Charity Beam. Gifts were exchanged (close to Christmas, don’cha know), drinks were drunk (I had Diet Coke), and laughter was...well, laughed. A good time was had by all and especially by me.
Filmwork is sooo glamorous |
Anything for the shot! |
Oh-so yummy Bond Girls |
New Year’s Eve...what a party celebration! I drove all over the Tampa Bay area, partied for hours with friends akimbo, and never had a drop to drink. As you probably guessed, I was the designated driver for the evening. Although I must tell you, I had quite the intoxicating evening from the contact high I got from my drunk and disorderly friends. God bless ‘em, every one!
Man alive, it's 2005! |
Fats Tortuga sinks another putt |
...and Jef Hall as Bill the Cat |
Today, I crossed another milestone. My friend, Earl Perrin, coaches baseball for kids nine years old and up. He teaches a pitching clinic a few times a week, and I had asked him months earlier to give me a try. He said that he would, and I’ve finally taken him up on it. So here I sit, typing with a throbbing shoulder. I’m sore up and down my right arm, I smell all over, and I just can’t seem to wipe this silly grin off my face.
I apologize, because I don’t have any pictures to accompany something that is taking up close to a third of my journal. It’s just that this has been such a great experience. I was so sure that I would suck.... Not so much. Believe it or not, I did pretty well my first go. And, yes, I believe that I will do it again. We’ll see what happens then. Earl tells me that I’m gonna be one sore Tortuga come tomorrow. I can’t wait.
Riki and Jef with Pimp-Daddy Jimmie |
I've got friends in low places |
Another year of fun for the Dynamic Dudes |