sailors swimming up the river to spawn
It’s that “Meet the Fleet” time again, when the Navy floats their boats up the Willamette river so that their sailors can get laid by nice, wholesome American girls, as a nice change of pace from the Thailand brothels they normally frequent.
Seriously, what’s the big deal? Hoo-ra, sailors are in town, men in uniform walking the streets, blah blah blah. Who cares? Not that I’m not all giddy about dudes serving their country and all that jazz, but these navies just aren’t all that. I suppose if I hadn’t seen the guys from the Navy bases around San Diego get their asses kicked in Tijuana clubs time and time again by my friends I might have a slightly different attitude about them. Yeah, right.
I remember one incident in particular where this guy decided to take issue with us in a club because we weren’t moving out of the way to let him through (and also, perhaps, because I was blowing cigar smoke in his face out of the corner of my mouth). Anyway, he decides to confront us. “You know what I got?” he said drunkenly, pulling his dogtags out of his shirt and dangling them in front of us. “I got a fuckin’ Medal of Honor!”
This failed to impress us quite how he thought it would. So, Yoli reached over her boyfriend’s shoulder and slapped him, and then Ernie punched him in the nose and dropped him. The dude scurried away as the bouncers barged over in our direction, since the usual policy for a bar fight in Tijuana is for all parties involved to get roughly thrashed around and tossed out. Since we knew all the club staff, though, they politely asked us if we wouldn’t mind waiting outside for a few minutes while this cleared up. So we went down the stairs out to la Avenida Revolución. I finished smoking my cigar. The bouncers brought Ernie a napkin since he had a little blood on his hand, and then shot the breeze with us for a few minutes before letting us back in. I don’t think we saw what happened to the other guy, but presumably he managed to crawl back to his barracks.
Probably one of my stupider adventures, but still, you’ll forgive me if I don’t get excited about sailors coming to town.
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