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Drinkin’ with Nate: The Biddeford Blowout

06/01/2015

Jen and I stopped at my drinking buddy Nate’s place in Biddeford a little early last weekend. It looked like no one was home.

Still the door was wide open. We knocked and did the “Hello? Hello?” thing.

No answer.

So we walked in.

We found Nate in the recliner watching TV. Things were exploding. It was kinda loud.

“Where is everybody?” asked Jen.

“I dunno,” said Nate.

We soon learned his roommates Liam and John, both big bikers, were out on a ride. His “old lady” was in the shower.

“What are you guys doing here?” said Nate.

It was Memorial Day weekend. It was time for a party.  It was time for some drinks.

Nate likes to drink. I’m not sure what he drinks anymore. Whatever washes down the Cheetos. Nate likes to drink and eat Cheetos.

The party moved into the backyard. There were rockets. There were hula-hoops. There was ice cream. There were more drinks. Then we trespassed at the abandon house next door. The place was trashed. Nate said he used to party with the neighbors. Then they left. Now their pool fills up with rain water.

Jen and I crashed at Nate’s house that night. We got up around 7 a.m. Nate was already up. Still had his hat on backwards. Still had on shorts and a t-shirt. For all we know, he never went to sleep.

The whole gang headed to the Palace Diner for breakfast. It’s in an old train car near the Biddeford police station. Waiters with tattoos. Loud music. An alcohol license: Bloody Caesars.  Allen’s n’ Cream. Coors.

Nate didn’t eat much but he had more drinks. It was 10 a.m.

Then we headed to the beach. Things got crazy.

First Nate refused to get out of the car. He just wanted to crank the tunes. So we left him with John and went down to the surf. Was Nate hitting a wall?

Nope.

Nate showed up five minutes later like someone put jet fuel in his Harley. He ran down to the water, jumped in the waves, got real loud and then went off to relieve himself in a nearby wooded area. When he came back he jumped in a stream, rubbed mud on himself and started rolling around in the surf.

“It’s going to be a rough ride home,” said his old lady.

It was time for a bath, the recliner, Legos and “Star Wars” videos on the TV.

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Nate gettin' crazy before drinks at the Palace.

Nate gettin’ crazy before drinks at the Palace.

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