Blog #1: Monterey is fun cause you can hang out at gas stations?

(Baileywinkel Speaking)

I get an "IM" on the interweb from The Thrill last week. She found a banjo on craigslist for $40 along with other items listed at the same price. The dude was also selling a ukulele, a violin and a guitar. Seemed as though Big American Family (great band) had given up on life and sold all of our instruments to some turd on craigslist. Anyways the banjo had some extremely ghetto eagle on it...which made it perfect for The Thrill. She wanted me to go with her to get the instrument. How often do you find a banjo for $40? She called homeboy from craigslist who said he would meet her at the Valero gas station in Pacific Grove to fulfill the transaction. What kind of asshole lets their friends meet with strangers at gas station alone? Typically I would, except that I had to see this go down.

So we rolled up in her lil' white pick up truck and found the premium parking space. Rolled the windows down, kicked off the shoes (don't actually know if that happened, just wanted to add an unnecessary detail), and put on some tunes. I am pretty sure we just sang R. Kelly over whatever was playing...because we could. We did this for about 10 minutes until the suggestion was made that we "tailgate" in order to maximize the ghettoness that was our current situation. We were hoping a co-worker would spot us sitting in the back of her truck at the gas stations, eating flaming hot cheetos and drinking mountain dews (neither of those items were purchased). But no, only strangers could enjoy us. We continued to wait an additional 20 minutes....taking phone calls and soaking up the nice weather. Where the fuck was this asshole?!?! We kept say "I hope its that guy" to every weirdo that drove up. Thrill started to get antsy, and began doing what many do when antsy and sitting in the bed of their truck waiting to buy a banjo from some dork at a gas station, she started to beat box. This didn't go on very long, but a few seconds longer than it should have. Thrill was proud of herself and even muttered under her breath "I'm good". She is. We even pretended to make banjo sounds with our mouths as practice....maybe the craiglist banjo guy would hear our song and feel more inclined to drive faster....yah no. Not at all. Homeboy stood us up. Nearly an hour of tailgating had gone by before we decided it was time. I sang the song I sing every day..."I don't wanna wait....for our lives to be over"....and that was our cue. The sun started to go down, the creepers were starting come out....and our craving for pizza insatiable. Maybe next time huh?

The Baileywinkel