Several many years ago some friends and I were trying to figure out what we wanted to do on a bored Friday night. No shows to go to, no parties, no good movies playing.... just nothing happening. I don't remember which one of us, me, R, BFF or Butthole got the idea to go to Niagra Falls, but we were all in. So we packed up a few things got in a car and went. Those were the days when you could just go to Niagra Falls, you didn't need a passport, just your birth certificate, maybe. No one ever seemed to check. It kind of blows that you can't do that anymore.
|I think this is the only Falls pic taken that weekend|
My memory of the trip itself is kind of hazy. I know the four of us shared a room at the lovely Marco Polo Inn. I think we stayed Friday and Saturday night and went home Sunday. And I know we had the best of times. R and I were doing that interested in each other dance, BFF and Butthole were officially a couple at the time. Two beds, two couples... do the math. Nothing major is going to happen though, not with another couple in the room. But R was a bit frisky and said something to me while we were cuddled in bed that unfortunately and hilariously for all, Butthole overheard. "Can I have a peek?"
Butthole didn't get that nickname by accident. He heard what R said and he ran with it! It was the running joke of the whole weekend and I'm sure beyond. It's hard to say when he actually gave up the joke. If ever. It didn't matter though. It was fucking funny.
|R and me at Niagra Falls - 1987|