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Day Four...Day Four...Day Four.....you dirty little day. One that will be remembered for a LONG time. Possibly forever thanks to Zac's scar. But we'll get into that later.
Day Four started off as an unsuspecting, somewhat normal day. Although there was K's swollen arms. (Apparently he's allergic to hotel "filth" and general "uncleanliness.") At any rate, we took our time getting up, showering in a clogged bathtub with everyone's dirty water up to our knees, and then headed out the door for some breakfast. What's that you say? What fine Wilmington restaurant did we choose?
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Whitey's" of course!! Where else?
What's even weirder than Whitey's itself is that our bass player, Pat, was recognized by the the wife of his Delaware High School best friend. Kinda started to feel like a "flashback" from the tv show LOST. Or a "flash FORWARD." Oh no.....what if we start time-traveling?? And get Bloody Noses?? And have to watch Jack Shepherd pathetically avoid having sex with Kate??!
Anyway, we left to go put brand new sneakers on the SilverBlaze. (due to a slight mud-trap we had to push out of the other day :(
We were told it would take a couple hours so we passed the time in the local Mall. Ha! Reminded me of being fifteen...checking out the "chicks in the food court." We stopped by a SUPER cheap Book Store and stocked up. Notice Zac actually OPENS his while mine just stay looking pretty in the bag.
When I realized the Bag of Books wasn't helping me look distinguished for the girls in "Hot Topic," we decided to make a Jupiter One Snowglobe. The greatest investment yet...we keep it propped on the dashboard.
The place that was making all the various useless photo items had a really weird sense of "marketing." Literally EVERY shirt, mug, and hologram Christmas Ornament was "In Memory Of..." It was ALL pics of dead people! These "urban" teenagers and young fathers and stuff. The depressing little ghetto-kiosk was also RIGHT next to the Carousel...WTF??!?!?!!
We got in the van and headed towards my friend's house in Charleston, SC. There was no show, we just had the night off and wanted to see the city. We got to Sean and Jessica's house around 9pm and left for dinner downtown. We were told by the local Ghost Tour guy that a bar called Griffon House is haunted. Naturally, we headed straight there. It IS over 200 years old and covered from top to bottom by dollar bills (about $4,000 worth), but ghosts?? We didn't see any and Zac is usually the FIRST guy to start up a conversation with one.
We actually called this guy around 1am but he was asleep :(
We met a bunch of "Spring Breakers" and an hour later K was tearing Zac's shirt in half.
Feeling very happy with the evening thus far, we decided to take the fun outside to the docks over-looking the water. It was PITCH Black out there, but "things to jump over" were plentiful. We started off by jumping from one square bench to another on one foot. There were some flags thrown on the "regulation" of my jump, but in the end i think we all agreed. Heilman came out the winner of Round 1. Next was the "swinging bench hurdle." This event proved very difficult because of the elevated height. Once again, Heilman makes a clean jump. Zac took 2nd with a good jump, but didn't exactly "stick" the landing. Up next was K and Holy Sh*t....HILARIOUS! He didn't even come close and wound up straddling the bench with his legs. We're talking running jump
Crotch-Plant!We were walking back to the SilverBlaze but decided to squeeze in one more event. The "back-to-back bench hurdle." These benches were deceptively challenging. They were not elevated by chains, which means lower height, but there WAS two of them. This meant having to jump twice as FAR. Naturally, Heilman makes the jump with grace ;) On deck is Zac. Now it's important to remember that we're all drunk, it's 3am, and we can BARELY see. Zac takes a running leap and catches the top with his shin. This sends his body forward and ends in a TOTAL face-plant!!! He hit the deck with his head...HARD!!!!
He gets up, wanders in a tiny circle for a second with blood streaming down his face, and says, "One more time." In shock or a bad-ass....you decide.
We rushed him to the hospital while he held a sock to his head. ( i had bought him a pair earlier from the Exxon). You ALSO have to remember he is still wearing a powder blue t-shirt COMPLETELY ripped down the middle. K gave Zac the shirt off his back as we sped to the ER. (what a guy) I desperately tried to convince Zac he should leave the half shirt on, but no luck.
He registered with the nurse...
Always keeps his cool in any situation...
We knew Zac would need stitches but wasn't sure if he'd have anaesthesia so I made him drink A LOT of vodka. Probably not the "smartest" thing to do but made sense at the time. We waited there for 3 and a half hours with a giant hole in Zac's head until it FINALLY got stitched up around 7 am. When the doctor was putting in the stitches i couldn't believe how gross it looked. I asked Zac if it hurt and he said, "It's weird. It feels like root beer." The doctor said, "That's the vodka talking," but we all know it wasn't. That's Zac talking.
SEVEN STITCHES above his bruised and swollen Right Eye. He kinda looks like Thom Yorke now so we're psyched. If you want to give him your sympathies, send him a get well comment @ www.MySpace.com/ZacColwell
