Bridgeport Part 2

 

I left Verhoeven’s apartment at 6:30 that evening and went back to Bassy’s place.

He came home in his costume…I have to say, that suit is pretty sharp.  He says his character is Josh, the paranormal expert in the Zombies? Zombies! book. 

It was my idea to check the hangouts in Bridgeport.  Bassy showed me this little dive bar called Waylon’s. 

It was a dark and dinky little place which was empty when we got there but filled up quickly. 

I sat at one of the empty tables, trying to blend into the woodwork. 

Meanwhile, I looked over and Bassy had gotten on the drums. 

A crowd had slowly gathered to watch him play.  “Hey, Vanna,” he called out, “come join me!”

So, reluctantly, I did.  I hadn’t played guitar in public since Noah’s wedding. 

A few minutes later I got hungry so I went to the bartender and asked for a plate of food.  “Got any health food in here?” I asked.

“Health food?” he responded.  “Are you kidding?  You don’t sound like you’re from here –“

Screw my diet, I thought to myself.  “Gimme a plate of nachos.”

“Nachos, got it.”

Meanwhile, Bassy was signing autographs for a female fan.  I’m not sure if I could live HIS life, lol. 

So to my surprise I was recognized in Bridgeport, too.  “OMG it’s Savannah Plumb!” one lady screeched as she reached for her camera phone.  “I read your book cover to cover, goodness, Egypt sounds exciting!”

After eating I had to make a run to the ladies room, and while I was there I ran into a woman called Caroline Custard, who was a staffer at one of the many magazines based in Bridgeport. 

“Savannah Plumb, right?” she began.  “I’d recognize that face anywhere.  I remember that magazine spread a few simyears back.  You’re a lot prettier than I thought.  How did you manage to keep your skin moisturized in the desert?”

She gave me her business card and told me to drop by any time and “just make sure your handsome brother is in tow.”  I laughed. 

By the time Bassy and I drove away from Waylon’s it was nearly two in the morning.  I know I’m a night owl usually because of my ghost hunting gig, but this was unusual for me.

“You had a good time?” he asked me.  “Whoa, watch it!”

Before I knew it I was swerving off the road. 

“You want me to take the wheel?” he asked.

“No, I’m good,” I told him, “I’m, I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“Vanna,” he laughed, “you’re drunk!  Let me drive.”

“Heyy…what…was… that in that drink?  I ordered a Spline Reticulator…”

“That’s it,” Bassy said, “I’m driving.”

Well, he didn’t get fully behind the wheel but he grabbed on to the other side while I was driving.  It was an … interesting … ride home.