proper shot technique {enzo}
Oct 14, 2018 23:14:31 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Oct 14, 2018 23:14:31 GMT -5
HEARTH JOVYAL
The crowd's huge by the time I'm at the door, but that happens when Ma asks you to pull a longer shift - Friday nights are when The Bowline's at breaking point, pots threatening to boil over with the number of crabs Janice insists on throwing into the stew. "Saves time" she says, "Ya cook both at the same time." Well I call bull - it doesn't save time when I'm the one cleaning up the mess, I've already got enough on my plate. Twelve plates, in fact, because that's the number I'm juggling when all hell breaks loose.
But it's fine. It's fine. Donax - he's the host, always smells of last night's hotboxing or maybe this morning's - stopped by an hour beforehand, so he knows the oysters are gonna come a lil late. There's nothing to worry about - even had time to take a shower. And put on deodorant. And gel, right? Shit, gel. No, it's fine.
God I can't wait to get smashed.
Donax's sister - you know, the stuck up one - answers the door, but she's always down for a good oyster so she makes sure I can get to the kitchen, carrying the tray above my head with arms outstretched. There's some cheers at my 3 o'clock and I laugh and holler back, something about being the clam man. And that's fair, Ma did throw in a few batches of baked clams in as well. "On the house," she says.
Sure, you can call it that. I've been to a couple of these, there's always leftovers.
I think I'm what they call a floater, 'cause I never settle, jumping from one crowd to the next. But there's always someone to talk to, and that someone today could be Enzo Krearns, who I don't think I've seen at Donax's before - he always seems to he has something else to do, like he's got too much on his plate. And with what he's been through he definitely does.
"Enzo, dude!" I call out, grinning as I squeeze through the crowd. "Long time no see man, glad you could make it."
And I am glad he's here. He could use a break. We all could.