To set up this story, I should mention first that it was Memorial day weekend of 2013. Arthur and Brian (and possibly Eric later) were chilling at the house, and I was returning from a brutal drive from Virginia Beach back to College Park after an overnight gig. Since it was a holiday, we decided to light the barbecue, fire pit, and let the night go as it would. Since we were out of food, Arthur and I made a food run, grabbed charcoal for the grill and logs for the fire, got everything settled, chopped and prepped, and went to join Brian in the back yard to begin cooking.
As it turns out, we managed to buy the only self-lighting charcoal on the planet that was not only flame retardant, but lighter fluid immune as well. That being the case, Brian and I sent Arthur back to the store (which fortunately wasn't far) for different charcoal while Brian and I stayed behind and got the fire pit going. After Arthur's return, Brian lit the barbecue and we proceeded to have a few drinks and cook food. During this I should mention that this conversation was largely started by Arthur reading "The Four Hour Chef" by Timothy Ferris.
Arthur: How awesome would it be to hunt and kill your own food? I always wanted to go into the wilderness and just...hunt a Goat!After a few moments of uproarious laughter from Brian and me:
Brian: Seriously?! That was the most ferocious creature you could come up with?!
After a few more hours, considerably more alcohol and a few cigars amongst the friends that came to join us, we almost burned down Arthur's back porch. Evidently the fire was put out by Eric, who deemed it a "12-blender" fire, since that was the larges vessel he could find to put it out.
As everyone in College Park knows, Plato's Diner on Rte. 1 is a great place to go when it's late at night, or you're hung over as hell. After ordering, and waiting what seemed like an eternity for a cup of coffee, Brian breaks suddenly into hysterics. Upon inquiry, this is what we found out came across his mind:
Brian: I was thinking about what Arthur said last night about hunting a goat. I all of a sudden had this vision of Arthur in a Rambo uniform, creeping silently across the ground, climbing the fence of a petting zoo, and just SLAUGHTERING a goat in front of lots of children!
After a few minutes of the table laughing their asses off, we decided that this would make a wonderful T-shirt. We have commissioned a drawing from my sister and are still debating between some slogans. Suggestions welcome.
Anyway, I think Arthur has suffered enough humiliation for today. Hopefully moving this weekend. Wish us luck on closing!
