Platypus

A night to remember. I'll do so before it fades...Puttshack was the start, where it was quite clear Mario was determined to meet/share the evening with anyone and everyone daring enough to give him a second glance. His personalitly knows no bound. A man of all people...to the officer/rent a cop on his phone "i appreciate you," to the groups of people enjoying a night out... 10 seconds of shock on faces to.. chants of "Mario, Mario" echoing off the high ceilings and cheserfield blue bench seating arrangement... The dread of seeing a tray of Matthew McConnehy's(sp?) bourbon arrive, with expectations of consumption as we plea for mercy at inky the 8 o'clock hour. We all ingest it with dismay however understand the noatagia it brings to the lives of aging friends, that recall "mad dashes" with luke-warm Heineken & stale cigars. Moving onward to The Armory where a reminder of the old Harry's Downtown jolts the crowd with familiar covers by Dr Zhivegas. Let me frame it like this... the range of attendees was vast... young to old...mingling among those taking turns on the giant seesaw. Hoping to see a real show when a little person hopped on; unsure if the higlight of the night would be a toss across the areana like enclosure or simple astonishment of the ocassion. Alas another beer and talk of chicken, made like popcorn, grew in lore... Talks of go pros and button cameras grew as the comverstions logged for Mario mounted to hieghts never acheived by the common man over the course of years.. No man left behind ..until food was presented... to the Platypus in the Grove for none other that a spiced enriched batter coating peices of chicken accompanied by dipping options. This spread was fit for an accomplished D.C. Politician..bo unlike our Mayor-like companion Mario. Drawing his endourance from his magical dense beard he is the next great baby kisser of our generation. Mario 2024. He was left behind, however managed to get a free ride from an old friend, to continue the capades like performace that proved to outlast all.. With a quick arrival, we were greeted by a creater name Brent who was responible for said popcorn chicken. After yet another obligatory spirt washed down.. we retreated into a booth peering at this diverse scene we had burst into. Soon after, like VIPs being catered to, the popcorn appeared, with fries that others understood were prepared in a style I had never heard. They(the fries) were correct. The suprising delight of the additional offering of brussel sprouts dispersed into a paper lined basket brought a smile to our faces and we declared this celebration of Brads birthday a success. The hit for Mike and I was really the BBQ sauce that not only stole the show, but opened my eyes to soemthing BBQ flavored that didnt offend but caused great return and acceptance. What a great night.. watching old friend age with as much dignity as they can... Much Love