Newfoundland, Clarke’s Beach, Aug 4-5, 2008

8 08 2009
Business as Usual for Phat Tank

Business as Usual for Phat Tank

Michelle and Daughter

Michelle and Daughter

The old house at Clarke’s Beach on Conception Bay used to be 2 houses really close together that had been turned into one, and Peter and Michelle live there with their 4  electro-energised daughters. Bart had been there many times before, and Step once, and the lively girls had given them a lovely makeover, so as soon as we arrived one by one the men were beautified again. Step became Stephanie—although he did refuse to shave his facial hair—-Bart became Bethany, and to complete the Phat Tank trio, Chris because Christina. I thought this was a good opportunity to take some Phat Tank promotional pictures, so I got them and the kids to sit on the steps and pose with beer bottles. Too bad I was having a user problem of getting my hand in the way of the flash a lot, but I did end up with a few workable photos.

The girls then hatched a plot to go to the local grocery and pretend to not know the Phat Tank, and Stephanie and Bethany and Christina would offer to buy them candy. It was all to get the free candy but it was still a good idea so the plan was followed through. The boys also bought them a couple of cases of beer. Clarke’s Beach is a small community and the kids are well known so I don’t think the clerks were fooled but I hope they were at least entertained.

Christina and Bethany Go Shopping

Christina and Bethany Go Shopping

Dinner was a variety of barbecued meatiness. We had started the Cross Canada Boogie Bus Adventure of 2008 almost vegetarian, but as we had traveled east, we began eating more and more meat, and at this point in the trip we were not only eating meat 2 or 3 times a day, but now were eating several varieties of meat at each sitting! Salad had become the bit of tomato and lettuce you put on the burger. I’m not complaining—it was a primal pleasure to succumb to our meat eating instincts, although I worried if we hung around on the east coast for too long we would soon be eating all meat all the time.

A Bonny Bonfire

A Bonny Bonfire

Another Phat Tank show was staged in the living room after dinner—Phat Tank; Girls Love It!—and then there was a bonfire. Although it seemed a bit ominous when Pete walked by with a can of gasoline, I was only slightly singed, and the sight of the 20 foot high flames as the tinder dry Christmas tree burst into flames was worth the pain. I even had a tinder go straight into my eye, but the moisture of my tears of pain soon extinguished it. Just kidding, about the pain part, anyway. I was singed and a tinder was extinguished by the moisture of my eye but it was not painful, rather it was magical, as was watching the old furniture and other unwanted items of the household burn.

I went to sleep in the Boogie Bus before anyone else, and was disappointed the next morning that out of consideration no one had woken me to say goodbye, as most people had left early. We were now headed northwest to Gros Morne, and wouldn’t see our St. John’s friends again on this trip.

Step, Deegan, and Greg enjoy the Fire

Step, Deegan, and Greg enjoy the Fire

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