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 Saturday Night Fever
After watching the movie “Vertical Limit” Mrs Abbott’s youngest,
brightest and best looking child decided there was absolutely no way on
God’s green earth that he would ever, ever, attempt anything resembling
mountain climbing. Having said that, I found myself at Cityrock on
Sunday afternoon, contemplating a rather foreboding wall instead of a cold
beer…
To my utter amazement I managed to climb three different routes
without falling (granted they were fairly easy – rated 12, 13 and 15) and
must admit it was quite an exhilarating experience. Flush with victorious
pride, I quickly decided to quit while I was ahead, and not try climbing
the 32-rated rout - which involved climbing upside down - and had yet to
be conquered. Like I said, Mrs Abbott’s youngest and brightest.
On Wednesday we headed to Mercury Lounge for the Countrybilly BBQ
III warm-up session. The boys started about an hour late, but at least
we were treated to some brilliant JJ Cale cover songs. It was also great
to see how many folks were getting into character, sporting a variety of
Stetson hats and outfits. I even think Elvis and Clint Eastwood’s
lovechild showed up, wearing an eyebrow-rising red cowboy outfit.
On Thursday we popped into The Shack, a place I’m sure most of
you have already been to. It’s a very cosy, down to earth venue with a
small bar downstairs that could probably only accommodate six people at a
time. The back of the bar sports a lot of empty tequila bottles, a couple
of photographs and bumper stickers. A particularly memorable one had the
slogan “George se Ma se Bush”. There’s a couple of chairs and tables at
the window and a single pool table. The wallpaper is quite novel –
featuring pilchard cans on the one wall and whiskey bottles on the
ceiling.
On Saturday night went out for boys night to an undisclosed
location. No names will mentioned for fear of reprisals from partners or
public humiliation, but suffice to say I was rather disdainful of a
certain local talk show host who enjoyed drinking expensive whiskey mixed
with coke. We staggered back home around 2:00am, and I graciously offered
my bed to said talk show host while I made do with the couch. You owe me a
session at the masseuse, buddy boy!
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