Mexicali Beer Run

3.5.2016

I was chatting with a work pal about the breadcrumbs in the shared butter tub.  I found her buttering toast as I had a half-hour before and asked her if she dodged the already-there crumbs as I just done.  She said she was dodging them, and while we agreed that it was kinda rude to leave a bunch of bread crumbs in the butter tub, it wasn't that big of a deal.  It wasn't that icky.  It was just toast.

She's a clever gal and she said that her next emo band's name was going to be "Bread Crumbs in the Butter Tub."  I thought that was a great name and I told her the name of my future punk band (which you've heard before):  "The Mexicali Beer Run Teens." 

I asked her if she had ever done a teenage beer run and she hadn't.  I told her the story of my most memorable one.

Sherri, Veronica and Rebecca and I were out late one Arizona night some time in the late 80s.  Why it was just the four of us and not the two dozen or so of our other pals I don't know, but we were having a great time going from office park to office park and swimming in their courtyard fountains.  (It wasn't really swimming per se, rather, "splashing about like idiots.")  It was spontaneous fountain-hopping that night, and none of the gals or I had swim trunks, but no matter.  I had shorts that did the trick and they had bras under their T shirts. 

Some time later, one of us suggested a beer run.  In these days of yore, a beer run meant walking into a mini-mart, grabbing a 12-pack or two and running out as fast as one could.  Three soaking wet teenage girls in bras and shorts - one behind the wheel - and I pulled in to a Circle K parking lot.  Sherri and Veronica got out and went in.  Rebecca pointed the car toward the exit and was jittery and ready to go.  Sherri and Veronica calmly walked out of the mart with two or three 12 packs in hand and Rebecca hardly waited for them to get in before she gunned the motor and blew wheels out of there.  Sherri and Veronica (Veronica being partially dragged before getting all the way in) were yelling, "He let us!  He let us!  Don't worry!"  But Rebecca didn't clearly hear it until we were a few blocks away. 

When Rebecca calmed down and said, "What did you say?"  Sherri said, "we walked in and the geek behind the counter stared at us.  Two soaking wet teenage girls with only bras on.  We sorted him out and said, 'We're taking this beer,' and he said, 'uh, oh-okay' and gaped."  We just took it and walked!"

We weren't in Mexicali, but we were beer run teens, for sure.


Tonight - The Homestead


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