Flaming Jello

OK, so last time I said that this time I would Tell you about the flaming Jell-O, so I am going to do that first. Listen: We took a trip to the Desert for a weekend of relaxing, drinking, and vintage high powered Rifles, and on the way through L.A. we stopped off at the Bahooka, where I had the honor of meeting an infamous waitress by the name of GoGo. She came highly recommended as someone who could serving anything flaming (drinks, salad, dinner,.. Water!) and I figured that was worth finding out. After meeting most of the wait-staff, (I was handing out Tiki's as "tips") and downing a few rounds of drinks, some dinner, and more drinks, I requested an audience with GoGo. I told here that I had come all the way from Santa Cruz to see if she could really serve anything flaming, To which she raised one eyebrow and replied "well, I don't know about that, but I can pretty much set anything on fire" and to prove it, quickly provided us with an impressive parfait of blazing jell-o. So there it is. If you go to the Bahooka, ask for GoGo, and tell her Tiki King sent ya. So, this past weekend I was back In L.A. again, this time for the wedding reception of one of the Bacardi Skate Pirates. This was the first time the B.S.P have all been united since we met to dig up the Treasure, so there was a fair amount of drinking involved. But then again, anytime the Pirates meet, there is a fair (or unfair) amount of drinking involved. We arrived Friday evening at the four story "Normandy Castle" home of fellow Pirate Charles in the Hollywood hills. we started the evening with Armenian food and shots of aquavit, and later found ourselves with a bottle of Rum, picking out "dueling Banjos" on Piano and Ukulele, and then with Ukulele and Violin. If you can't imagine that it could sound good, then your imagination is working correctly. The mornings hangover was banished by several cups of coffee followed by some amazing Brie crepes and a side of 50,000 scoville unit spicy potatoes. The day was spent at the reception, toasting, listening to some amazing musicians, and traveling between the Beer tubs and Rum bottles, and by midnight we were back at Charles place having more fun with fire, drinking Absinthe while he whipped up an impromptu lemon cognac souffle as a midnight snack.
It doesn't get much better than that.

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