Living Groups
Chapter Fifty Eight.






"That was my antique omlet pan!"

Beach Trip Day Two






Our five intrepid adventurers into the domain of alcoholic substances awoke Sunday morning in a pleasant (i.e. un-hangover-laden) state and soon became hungry. Alyssym and Spider-Man took to the kitchen and the house was soon filled with the enticing smells of bacon and omlets.
After finishing breakfast TM took all of the previous night's glasses out of the sink in which they had been soaking and, after sniffing them to make sure that no scent of alcohol lingered, dried them and returned them to the cupboard. Then all went to the beach for some beach volleyball.
Upon their return to Grandma's house, TM noticed that the garage was open and that there was a car in it, a clear sign that Grandma had arrived home a day early. TM parked the car and prepared to confront the woman who had once turned to him and told him that he was socially maladjusted, and since then had continually reminded him of the slim chances that he had at making anything of himself.
Grandma seemed happy enough to see them. Soon the topic of conversation turned to food.
"We made ourselves breakfast this morning", said TM.
"I can see that.", said Grandma a bit sourly. "Why did you use that pan? You shouldn't have, that's an omlet pan."
"Well, we made omlets", replied TM.
"But that was my *antique* omlet pan", stressed Grandma, "That pan wasn't to be used, I thought I had it hanging on the wall!"
"No..., it was in the cupboard with the other frying pans...", trailed off TM.
A few minutes later, Grandma told them to grab their stuff and they went to stay in a condo which she had a timeshare in.




That night they decided to go out in search of adventure. Since it was the end of winter still there was absolutely nothing going on at the beach. Somewhere along the way someone had the bright idea of getting Spider-Man to go into gas stations and food marts and attempt to buy alcohol. TM sat in the car worried as Spider-Man entered the first gas station, worried that they would all be busted and thinking of excuses for why he wasn't an accessory to breaking the law. When Spider-Man emerged from the place of commerce with neither alcohol nor a policeman handcuffed to him, TM became a bit more courageous. They drove to another gas station, and then another, and to a food mart and so on. They went to every open gas station in town but finally returned to the condo unladen with alcohol but in high spirits at their grand adventure.
Grandma stumbled out of her room to scold them for blatantly braking the condo-complex's 11pm curfew by 3 hours, and then returned to her bed.



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Originally Written 8/14/97
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