For once we had extra people on B-yard. Usually A side gets all the cream and it's just me and Sausage out there.
We grumble, but we don't really take it personally.
Besides, everybody knows that Sgt Uncle Buck gets all nervous and weepy if he doesn't have an entourage on the yard. He wasn't here tonight so we made out like bandits.
So tonight we actually had enough people to cover all of the yard. So many, in fact, that Sgt Uncle T occasionally lost track of who was where. It was understandable. Where usually we just have a 70 and a 71, tonight we had 70 (G), 71 (St Francis), 72 (Yours Truly), 73 (New Guy) and 73 alpha (Mr Coffee).
Of course Mr Coffee spent most of the night following his cup around and went from one coffee pot to another. He was there when we needed him, but when we didn't he was off seeking the eternal buzz.
The rest of us sat down underneath the pavilion between movements and played the Rock Band Name Game. The way we played tonight, we started with A. When someone dropped out we went on to B.
At one point Uncle T and I got left alone for awhile and we battled on with B's for over an hour. And band, any musician or entertainer; from Billy Ray Cyrus to Beethoven to Bon Jovi and Bonn Scott, Beatles, Buddy Holly and Benny Goodman.
They called a code 16 down in 9 house for chest pains and we jumped on the cart, still playing. On the way we picked up the Captain and we were still playing. he was sitting on the back of the cart looking at us like "What the snap?" And while we were standing in the day room while the nurse took this guys vital signs I'd say "Benjamin Taylor."
He'd say "Ooh! BB King!"
I think the Cap was glad to get rid of us, since he had no idea what was going on. From the look on his face, he thought we were weird.
We made it as far as the G's later on that night and everybody finally gave up in despair. Then we started up with N again later and played that one to death.
And even with all that we still managed to get our work done.
It was a good night.
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