Last night we had an informal reunion of the ‘Beer O’Clock’ crew. Two of the original six were back in the city (working right down the street, no less) so plans were made to meet up a JJ Foley’s for a few swigs.
We met, hung out, reminisced, laughed a lot, got caught up in each other’s lives (catching up on mine took approximately 33 seconds) and had a few beers. Fine! Five beers for me in total. Around 7:30 we said our goodbyes and headed home in separate directions.
And, here, my friends, is where today’s story begins.
Waiting for the train to arrive I realized I had to pee really bad. Really really bad! It wasn’t a sudden urge either. When I left the pub it was an undercurrent that I figured could wait until I got home.
Still, I’ve held off longer for more urgent needs. I can make it! Right?
Thankfully, the train arrives quickly, ushers me along four or five stops and dumps me where I parked the car. As I’m walking towards the attached garage, which is about three quarters of a mile from the station, my phone goes off.
Text from Wifey reads ‘Can you pick me up a bottle of sav blanc?’
Well, fuck. I may have been able to make it home before pissing all over myself, but a stop at the liquor store is out of the question. I need to do something. Fortunately, I’m experienced at this sort of thing (please refer to drinking problem mentioned in nearly every entry since 2007).
I turn around, head back to the main parking lot and walk with purpose (and urgency) towards a lone, wooded, semi secluded area. I’ve used this site many times before so I know where the lesser over grown areas are.
I find a decent spot, unzip and begin my mission.
Now, before we go further, I should point out that this particular train stop is right along the Malden River. For those unfamiliar, this river is most well known for catching fire and burning for days because it was so polluted. It’s better now, but still smells like raw sewage on bad days.
Of course, now that it’s cleaner, wildlife has returned.
As I’m relieving myself, something white, furry and fast sprints away from me down the hill. While I’m fairly certain it was a rabbit, I have no intention of following it down any hole. Instead I keep doing what I’m doing.
Until a movement in a tree branch catches my eye. Since the land slopes down towards the river, the tree branch is at my eye level and approximately five feet in front of me. I initially think is a white snake, curled around the tree branch and moving very slowly. I duck my head a bit to get a better look and see this:
Sidenote: I got the above picture by Googling ‘angry possum’ and while that’s a generic image I found, it’s almost exactly like the view I had. It had it’s back to me and was looking behind itself at me with that exact same expression.