I told you before about a friend waking me up in the middle of the night wanting to know if The Captain would go on a midnight ride with him.
Here’s the rest of the story.
And if you haven’t read the first part…
Go back and get yourself up to speed.
Up to speed now?
So, I go back to the bedroom to get The Captain. Who by the way, was still sound asleep.
I could have been attacked on the other end of the house and he would have slept right through it. Just like he slept through the house beating and Hurricane Hugo.
I tell him who is outside and that he wants to talk to The Captain.
So he gets up, puts on some decent clothes and goes to talk to the friend.
While he’s out there he decides to take a leak off the porch. Which, if you live in the country, you know all about peeing off the porch.
The friend is not so drunk that he realizes that The Captain is revealing all his hidden assets to the cab driver.
He brings the cab driver to The Captain’s attention. But remember, The Captain is so sleepy, he could care less. He continues on.
So the friend commences to persuade The Captain to go on a midnight ride. The Captain agrees. But there’s just one problem.
The friend rode there in a cab, not on a horse.
The friend gets in the cab, claiming he’ll be back later. As soon as he saddles up Sally and moseys back this way.
Of course, The Captain is convinced that he’s too drunk and by the time he gets home he will have passed out and forgotten about it.
At 6:30am, I awoke to someone beating on my door. Atleast this time it was the door and not the siding.
The friend had indeed, saddled up his horse and rode the three mile trip back to our house.
Tied the horse up to the hitching post, unsaddled her, carried the saddle to the porch and laid down for a nap.
Until he got cold.
That’s when he woke me up.
Asking if he could come into the warmth of the house.
They never made the midnight ride. Atleast not that time.
By the way, this friend does the best chicken impersonation I’ve ever heard.
Sounds just like a chicken.