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July 03, 2006

Is This For Real?

I didn't offer up a toast at Spanky's on River Street in Savannah, cuz that's all I could think of to say. Rather, I nodded, smiled, and raised a class of iced water with lemon as Eric and Elisson waxed eloquent, and Yabu and Velociman threw in the appropriate expletives.

Good ol' Georgia in the background recanting God knows what, while sweet Samantha and all too clever Stacey stared in amazement at those crazy people who once entertained the old man.

I think they liked us.

Anyway, I was doubtful that the funeral could in any way feel right. How could it? Not if it was traditional. And uh, pews, aisle, priest, flowers... Looked pretty traditional to me.

Scripture was read. But then he stopped. And I was so wrong. He admitted that he wasn't sure what Rob would want, but he felt certain that opening the floor to Rob's oldest friends would be the right thing to do.

And so, an old football/camping buddy stood and started with, "well, I can guarantee you that he wouldn't want you to stand up there and read Scripture..."

Heh. Yeah, I believe that was when I heard Denny's soft laughter in the background, and I knew I was in the right place. That was Rob Smith's funeral after all. As David informed me after, turns out the priest was an old buddy of Rob's, going back to before seminary school. A very appropriate fit.

And even as I attempted to have a tear-filled moment, upon viewing the collage of Acidhead pictures and the box in which he lay, the ever stoic and big-brotherly Zonkman was there to pick up my pieces, and so...I ushered myself to the foyer so as to catch an eyeful of some of the more infamous stars of Gut Rumbles.

After, we gathered with Rob's family, who were most welcoming. A spread of fine southern cuisine was available that would have fed half of Savannah. Unfortunately, my nerves were a mess, and wuzn't nuttin gonna stay down. So I passed. And Miss Georgia excoriated me after, explaining that at Rob's Mama's house it was rude not to eat!! Hadn't I learned anything from reading Rob's blog?!

Well dayum. I was waiting for the Immodium to start working, 'kay?! Yes, Georgia loves me, and called me today to say as much, so that was a bit of a side-note.

Next stop: Spanky's. The Exchange was plan A, but it had caught fire and was closed for renovations. Georgia knew this ahead of time, of course, but forgot to tell us. But thanks to every blogger having every other blogger in their cell phones, we got it together.

And it was good.

I met a few bloggers for the first time, felt the comfort of the old gang, and of course, discovered all over again, that these bloggas know how to come together, to love and support and drink their weight in likka, and in very rare occasions even, to put on a suit and a tie and act all kinda civilized. And ya know what? The scruffy little boogers clean up quite nicely. (Well, of course I have pics.)

That's it. That's all I have to say about that. Well, one more observation. I saw in our midst a few skeptics. I believe they will be selling tees by month end reading: FUCK ELVIS. ACIDMAN LIVES.

posted by Key on 10:44 PM | Comments (9) | TrackBack (0)

I'd buy one.

Posted by: Adam Lawson at July 4, 2006 02:12 AM

I'm glad that you guys gave Rob a good send off. I don't think I could have eaten a bite either...my stomach gets positively acrobatic sometimes.

Posted by: Chablis at July 4, 2006 06:58 AM

It was good.

Posted by: Yabu at July 4, 2006 09:04 AM

Thanks for sharing Key. I'm glad that everything went so well. It sounds as if Rob would have approved.

Posted by: Moogie at July 4, 2006 09:05 AM

Thanks Key. It's so good to hear the accounts from the attendees for those of us who couldn't be there. And I'm in for a tshirt.

Posted by: Libby at July 4, 2006 10:37 AM

I want my tee shirt in bright, sulphuric yellow, and with angry red lettering.

Photo? I'll mail ya the one I think'd look right, in my never-to-be-humble-opinion.

But yes'm, put me down for a size large. Two, in fact. And thank you for giving me a view of the event through your eyes.

I do truly appreciate that; it's as close as I could get to being there.

Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX

Posted by: Jim at July 4, 2006 01:12 PM

Spanky's was appropriate. I spent 5 years having a three Budweiser lunch there every day. And glad I was able to explain the meaning of "sailing the Ming Spanky".

Posted by: Velociman at July 4, 2006 02:42 PM

.. well said, Miss Key... that toast was hard to give...

Posted by: Eric at July 5, 2006 06:24 AM

I want copies of the pictures. And I *don't* want to wait until September to get the gang together, okay?


Posted by: zonker at July 6, 2006 06:17 PM
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