Sea Lions and Cocks

Today I took a day trip to the coast. I wanted to get out of the area to take some photos. G suggested the location.  I decided to head that direction and see how far I got.  I ended up on the coast and in the ocean mist and fog.  It was hard to take photos given how fogged in everything was. Realizing I hadn’t eaten anything all day, I went to one of my favorite pubs right where the river and ocean meets.  I drank a winter ale (something they don’t bottle and can only be gotten there). I ate rockfish and chips (fish bought right off the boat). I laughed at the two women sitting next to me who, at one point, were talking about a guy one had slept with using the phrase “I felt like I had to unhinge my jaw to take that thing!”  I tried to just be – and not think about the last time I was there.

Someone commented about the music playing in the bar.  I hadn’t been noticing, so stopped and listened only to hear this:

“How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
And how we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.”

I thank the gods new and old that as I was sitting there trying to process it all – the women next to me asked the bartender, “Are you on the right or the left?”  I thought they had been discussing his lay-ability.  I smirked and gave them a sideways glance.  Bartender’s response: “I’m Canada – or Switzerland – whichever is neutral”, then he walked away to pour another beer for someone.  I don’t know which was funnier – the fact they were buzzed enough to ask him that question or the fact he totally fucking missed what they were asking him.  Either way, I only laughed harder at them when they were discussing the man with a 19-inch cock.  The bar went silent for a moment just as one exclaimed, “What would you do with a 19-inch cock?!?!”  The looks of horror on some of the faces was about as priceless as how red her face turned.  She had auburn red hair which matched the color of her face.

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