MAY 3RD, 2019 at WESTON’S HOUSE featuring @cary-reynolds.
He was a couple of drinks in by the time the night struck a little after ten o’clock, and there was no doubt he was feeling the ones he had. Things like this were what put Weston in his prime —- the weekend was in full swing, plenty had left the homemade barbecue at his house, and now all that was left over was Cary, empty beer bottles to be cleaned up, and dirty dishes from the grill in the backyard tossed in his sink. Jake had already gone off to his room to shower and turn in, and the two men were left going back and forth from the patio to the kitchen in the wake of cleaning up after the get together. “Bud, you’re talking too fast.” Weston interrupted the drunken ramble of his old friend as he came barreling through the sliding glass door holding the trays of leftover pasta salad. A couple of beers in, and well, Weston was thankful he didn’t have work calling his name in the morning —- he wasn’t so sure if the same could be said for Cary, who more than likely would be crashing on his couch. “Come again?”
