Psst.

Don't tell anyone, but I followed Walter and Birkoff last night. They went to the boardwalk for a guy's night out. Boy was it interesting. You wouldn't think someone as quiet as Birkoff is inside Section would be so, well, different when he gets outside and cuts loose for a few hours. Maybe it was Walter who influenced him. Anyway, here is my report.

I overheard them talking in Section, and they were "discussing" where to go and what to do, rather loudly, I might add. I was not eavesdropping. An auditorily challenged person could have heard them. Anyway, Birkoff wanted to go to the cybercafe and Walter wanted to kick back on the boardwalk for the night. He finally convinced Birkoff doing something different would be good for him, so with the Springsteen CD's cranking full blast, they headed down the shore.

I thought Birkoff would have a heart attach the way Walter was driving. You thought traffic is Paris was bad, you should have seen the Garden State Parkway. It was crazy, bumper to bumper at 70 mph. Then some fool, usually Walter I might add, decided to pass on the right. Anyway, they managed to get there without being arrested, although Birkoff was having visions of growing old in some New Jersey prison.

Having arrived, they had to find a place to park. Walter managed to squeeze in next to a telephone pole, in a spot usually reserved for motorcycles. Birkoff had to slide out the drivers side, the fit was so tight. They decided to start at one end and work their way up the boardwalk and back down. They found out there would be a concert and fireworks later that night and for once they agreed on something. Agreeing to be back for the fireworks, they fed quarters into the parking meter to cover the hours they would spend there.

First they hit one of the games areas, and Walter beat Birkoff 4 out of 5 games of skeeball. They agreed to save the tickets they won and get something at the end of the night. Birkoff was hungry, so they managed to avoid the video games, since Walter reminded him that he could play them any time. They stopped at several stands for their dinner. Pizza, french fries, sausage sandwiches, and several sodas each to wash it all down.

Birkoff saw the light coming on at the rides area, and they headed that way next. Walter now swears he will never go on bumper cars with Birkoff again, and Birkoff thinks Walter is a maniac behind the wheel.

All in all, it was an enjoyable evening for all, but I did have to make a stop for some antacid pills on the way home.

Kathy

PS. I always thought low score won in miniature golf. Walter told Birkoff it was high score. Have to check that one out.