So, last Friday, both Colin and Dean coincidentally had the day off. They rode their bikes ALL over town. I have heard it told that they logged in over 20 miles.
I slaved all day, and when I was done slaving, I thought it would be a good idea to call in dinner at Curry House in Little Tokyo, so neither Dean nor I would have to concern ourselves with the answer to the age-old question that is almost certain to start an argument, "What do you want to do for dinner?" (Or the classic variation, thoroughly dreaded by one Mr. Hansen, "Where would you like to eat?")
Curry House it is. I pick up the food and just as I am walking to my car, so excited that I will soon take off the new shoes I have been breaking in all day, I get the call from Dean - "If it isn't too much trouble, can you get Colin some curry, too?"
So as I am pulling in to the LBC, I get the next call, "Meet us at Colin's boat and we will eat our dinner together there." Beautiful idea. It is sunset and it is really gorgeous outside. Can't think of a better idea than that.
I get to the Marina and the boys arrive soon after on their bikes. I run to use the restroom; they walk over to some picnic tables, because, as Dean so astutely points out, curry is messy and to go containers are unwieldy and we don't want to spill on the boat. When I return from my 3 mile hike to the boat owner's restroom, the boys are gone. They ended up eating on the boat after all because, as Dean described, "some hobo" walked up to them. Dean didn't even bother waiting to hear what this guy's line would be. Did he want change? Did he want a bite of Dean's food? We will never know because, not unlike my chihuahua, Dean, sensing the guy's change in direction and imminent approach to where they were seated, and without missing a bite, promptly picked up his plate and walked directly to the boat.
So we're eating on the boat and the inevitable happens. First, the lid to the cups for the curry flip off our laps and onto the boat deck, leaving a nice, thick curry smear all around our feet. Next, Dean pours curry all over his lap. We are all laughing at this point and Dean and I are apologizing that there is curry all over Colin's boat and we have nothing to clean it up with.
That is when Colin, after seeing one of the crapodactyls (AKA a heron, or other water bird), or hearing their piercing screeches, thought to himself, "Maybe the birds will lick it up." He didn't say that part, however. What he did say out loud, was his second thought, which was, "Do birds even have tongues?"