July 23, 2010 – An evening with Rick Baker and Quin

Thursday, July 22

Rick: “Hey Norwood, what are you up to tomorrow?”
Me: “No plans. What are you thinking?”
Rick: “Drinks?”
Me: “Definitely.”
Rick: “OK, do you want to come up to the shore after work with me? We’ll play some beer darts, maybe some beer bocce, bbq some steaks, and head downtown?”
Me: “I love all of those things. So that’s a yes.”

Friday, July 23

5:00 PM
Rick: “Ready to rock?”
Me: “yeah lets do it. we should stop and pick up some darts and beer.”
Rick: “Way ahead of ya. Check out the cooler in the van.”

6:30 PM – Photo 1.
Rick: “Man, you are terrible at head to head beer darts”
Me: “apparently. 6 straight shotguns is more than any man should do.”
Quin (just showing up): “Norwood looks hammered. Dude, why is your shirt completely unbuttoned?”
Me: “We should run down the batteries on our phones, to make sure we don’t make poorly chosen phone calls to our girlfrineds and sound like idiots later.”
Rick: “haha good call. I’m starting up the Facebook app on my BB, and am just gonna leave it running.”

8:00 PM (maybe 7:30, maybe 8:30, not entirely sure) – Photo 2
Me: “We should eat something”
Rick:”Steaks coming soon. More beer, more bocce.”

8-11 : Blur.

11 PM -12 AM, Canvas Lounge.

12 AM- 12:15 AM, Ceilis (apparently). No photos.

12:15 AM – 1:00 AM, The Roxy. I get lost in the bar.

Voicemail to Rick #1: “Seriously man where the hell are you? I’m looking around the bar for you, you said you were going to hit the washroom and just totally disappeared.”

Voicemail to Rick #2: “(a lot of mumbly talking) holy crap balls where are you i’m giving up on this. you and stupid facebook application  battery killing bullshit, this sucks I’m going to the stupid casino. when I lose $800 it’s gonna be your fault.”

Voicemail to Rick #3: “Goddamn it how does this stupid thing work..Rick, I’m wrecked, no idea if you are alive or dead. I’m going home now.”

BBM’s to Rick Baker
12:30 AM – “so, where are you. i’m at the back bat. sorry, back bar.

12:40 AM – “I’m rocking the fuck out of here.
– “I’ll say it again – Where are you? Fot seriou
– “for serious”

1:15AM – 3:15 AM, Casino. No Rick. No photos.

BBM’s to Rick Baker
2:55 AM – “So I’m hammered. The pit boss hates me.”

  1. Not 100% accurate.


    Chris: “Rick, I’ve got to take a piss, I’ll be right back”
    Rick: “Norwood, pay attention to where we are, side bar… side… bar”

    *One hour passes* (or some amount of time hard to determine when your loaded)

    Trevor: “Hey Baker, where’s your buddy Chris”

    Rick: “Oh for fucks sake.”

    *Rick realizes his phone is dead, does one lap around the bar, goes home and plugs his phone into the wall… but stumbles back and pulls the charger out of the wall socket. Falls asleep on top of bed, clothes and shoes still on. Phone remains dead until next morning*

  2. I forgot something key.
    7:45 PM (ish)
    Quin: “What do you think of the name Redwood Dawn?”
    Me: “I like it. but you should try “Dawn, Redwood.”

    i’m an idiot. Quin, I’m glad you didn’t listen to that.

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