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Guys!! I found Lucky Duck!!

I mean at least have the decency to tag the man... @LuckyDuck
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@Huskydriver you sir are a scholar & a gentleman.
 
He likes seafood!!



Likely not your intention but that brought up a "fond" memory of mine if you can believe it.

A number of years ago I found myself dining in the Officer's club in the Newport Naval Base. Not that there was anything particularly "fancy" about the location just that my previous life didn't involve invitations to Officer's clubs (from what I know now, not many of 'em exist these days, at least not like they used to).

Anyway- long story short I was doing a work thing again at that location and was invited to the Officer's club for their (weekly I believe) seafood boil). It wasn't my 1st trip to Newport or my 1st visit to the officer's club but this was one of the first "events" I was expected to participate in for work.

It's no state secret- one can easily google what the location looks like...

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So I find myself there again and this time for a seafood boil so some more images of such activity from the same location...

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So all that to say- it was a 'nice' location, with a 'classy' spread, designed to attract 'cultured' diners. And then your old friend LuckyDuck rolls in dressed well & on his most professional behavior. It's a beautiful gathering with good plates and cloth napkins and I remember thinking at the time that I just might be turning a corner in my career that I'm now finding myself in these situations and I'm feeling pretty good about that.

Well I start into breaking up the lobster claws delicately presented in front of me and low & behold I cut the ever living shit out of my hand with the shell. It was an absolute mess. Think arterial bleeding all over my plate, all over the cloth napkins & tablecloth... a trail of blood all the way across the hardwood floors you see in the first picture. It was just blood every freakin where. And in classic LD fashion, right at the beginning of this evening so not to gain any professional benefits from it.

I cut myself deep enough with that initial lobster claw that I likely should have needed stitches but after bleeding through a few cloth napkins I ended up butterfly stitching my hand back together and bandaging the shit out of it (replacing it daily) for the rest of my time there in Newport. So much for professional development.

But yeah- that was my first and last seafood boil experience.

-LD
 
Likely not your intention but that brought up a "fond" memory of mine if you can believe it.

A number of years ago I found myself dining in the Officer's club in the Newport Naval Base. Not that there was anything particularly "fancy" about the location just that my previous life didn't involve invitations to Officer's clubs (from what I know now, not many of 'em exist these days, at least not like they used to).

Anyway- long story short I was doing a work thing again at that location and was invited to the Officer's club for their (weekly I believe) seafood boil). It wasn't my 1st trip to Newport or my 1st visit to the officer's club but this was one of the first "events" I was expected to participate in for work.

It's no state secret- one can easily google what the location looks like...

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So I find myself there again and this time for a seafood boil so some more images of such activity from the same location...

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So all that to say- it was a 'nice' location, with a 'classy' spread, designed to attract 'cultured' diners. And then your old friend LuckyDuck rolls in dressed well & on his most professional behavior. It's a beautiful gathering with good plates and cloth napkins and I remember thinking at the time that I just might be turning a corner in my career that I'm now finding myself in these situations and I'm feeling pretty good about that.

Well I start into breaking up the lobster claws delicately presented in front of me and low & behold I cut the ever living shit out of my hand with the shell. It was an absolute mess. Think arterial bleeding all over my plate, all over the cloth napkins & tablecloth... a trail of blood all the way across the hardwood floors you see in the first picture. It was just blood every freakin where. And in classic LD fashion, right at the beginning of this evening so not to gain any professional benefits from it.

I cut myself deep enough with that initial lobster claw that I likely should have needed stitches but after bleeding through a few cloth napkins I ended up butterfly stitching my hand back together and bandaging the shit out of it (replacing it daily) for the rest of my time there in Newport. So much for professional development.

But yeah- that was my first and last seafood boil experience.

-LD
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Likely not your intention but that brought up a "fond" memory of mine if you can believe it.

A number of years ago I found myself dining in the Officer's club in the Newport Naval Base. Not that there was anything particularly "fancy" about the location just that my previous life didn't involve invitations to Officer's clubs (from what I know now, not many of 'em exist these days, at least not like they used to).

Anyway- long story short I was doing a work thing again at that location and was invited to the Officer's club for their (weekly I believe) seafood boil). It wasn't my 1st trip to Newport or my 1st visit to the officer's club but this was one of the first "events" I was expected to participate in for work.

It's no state secret- one can easily google what the location looks like...

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So I find myself there again and this time for a seafood boil so some more images of such activity from the same location...

View attachment 8742048

View attachment 8742051

So all that to say- it was a 'nice' location, with a 'classy' spread, designed to attract 'cultured' diners. And then your old friend LuckyDuck rolls in dressed well & on his most professional behavior. It's a beautiful gathering with good plates and cloth napkins and I remember thinking at the time that I just might be turning a corner in my career that I'm now finding myself in these situations and I'm feeling pretty good about that.

Well I start into breaking up the lobster claws delicately presented in front of me and low & behold I cut the ever living shit out of my hand with the shell. It was an absolute mess. Think arterial bleeding all over my plate, all over the cloth napkins & tablecloth... a trail of blood all the way across the hardwood floors you see in the first picture. It was just blood every freakin where. And in classic LD fashion, right at the beginning of this evening so not to gain any professional benefits from it.

I cut myself deep enough with that initial lobster claw that I likely should have needed stitches but after bleeding through a few cloth napkins I ended up butterfly stitching my hand back together and bandaging the shit out of it (replacing it daily) for the rest of my time there in Newport. So much for professional development.

But yeah- that was my first and last seafood boil experience.

-LD
Having lived in Oklahoma for the last 3 years, where catfish is considered seafood, I'm hating you about now. Looking forward to a trip to San Diego's Blue Water Grill, down by the airport and base, great seafood.
 
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Having lived in Oklahoma for the last 3 years, where catfish is considered seafood, I'm hating you about now. Looking forward to a trip to San Diego's Blue Water Grill, down by the airport and base, great seafood.
Apparently I fail to realize that I seem to get around the world more than a cheap whore but- (not that you asked even) but if you're going to San Diego in the future I found a few spots you might be interested in.

(1) Old Town - probably my favorite place in SD and worth the time if you can spare it
(2) San Diego Zoo- likely the best zoo I've ever seen in my entire life
(3) San Diego "wharf" / "seaport village" - honestly the best tacos (street tacos) I've ever had in my life
(4) if you're a beer drinker- check out Stone Brewery, that's one that I don't think has ever brewed a beer I didn't love. All personal taste driven of course but personally I'm a huge fan of Stone Brewery.
(5) Lots of cool ships to see anchored there as permanent museums, extra credit to the Star of India ship they have docked there.

All that said- aside from the street tacos, I've had better food elsewhere.

<ETA: watch out for the homeless guys (seriously). Nobody wants to hear this story here but I watched one particular fellow masturbate "vigorously" and yell obscenities at women walking by for over a week and that was... well just what he did. Also the street lights talk to you there in case you're blind apparently (again not making this up).
 
<ETA: watch out for the homeless guys (seriously). Nobody wants to hear this story here but I watched one particular fellow masturbate "vigorously" and yell obscenities at women walking by for over a week and that was... well just what he did. Also the street lights talk to you there in case you're blind apparently (again not making this up).
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Likely not your intention but that brought up a "fond" memory of mine if you can believe it.

A number of years ago I found myself dining in the Officer's club in the Newport Naval Base. Not that there was anything particularly "fancy" about the location just that my previous life didn't involve invitations to Officer's clubs (from what I know now, not many of 'em exist these days, at least not like they used to).

Anyway- long story short I was doing a work thing again at that location and was invited to the Officer's club for their (weekly I believe) seafood boil). It wasn't my 1st trip to Newport or my 1st visit to the officer's club but this was one of the first "events" I was expected to participate in for work.

It's no state secret- one can easily google what the location looks like...

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View attachment 8742043

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So I find myself there again and this time for a seafood boil so some more images of such activity from the same location...

View attachment 8742048

View attachment 8742051

So all that to say- it was a 'nice' location, with a 'classy' spread, designed to attract 'cultured' diners. And then your old friend LuckyDuck rolls in dressed well & on his most professional behavior. It's a beautiful gathering with good plates and cloth napkins and I remember thinking at the time that I just might be turning a corner in my career that I'm now finding myself in these situations and I'm feeling pretty good about that.

Well I start into breaking up the lobster claws delicately presented in front of me and low & behold I cut the ever living shit out of my hand with the shell. It was an absolute mess. Think arterial bleeding all over my plate, all over the cloth napkins & tablecloth... a trail of blood all the way across the hardwood floors you see in the first picture. It was just blood every freakin where. And in classic LD fashion, right at the beginning of this evening so not to gain any professional benefits from it.

I cut myself deep enough with that initial lobster claw that I likely should have needed stitches but after bleeding through a few cloth napkins I ended up butterfly stitching my hand back together and bandaging the shit out of it (replacing it daily) for the rest of my time there in Newport. So much for professional development.

But yeah- that was my first and last seafood boil experience.

-LD

Never saw it first-hand, but rumor was O-clubs offered two desserts. Cake and cock.
 
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Likely not your intention but that brought up a "fond" memory of mine if you can believe it.

A number of years ago I found myself dining in the Officer's club in the Newport Naval Base. Not that there was anything particularly "fancy" about the location just that my previous life didn't involve invitations to Officer's clubs (from what I know now, not many of 'em exist these days, at least not like they used to).

Anyway- long story short I was doing a work thing again at that location and was invited to the Officer's club for their (weekly I believe) seafood boil). It wasn't my 1st trip to Newport or my 1st visit to the officer's club but this was one of the first "events" I was expected to participate in for work.

It's no state secret- one can easily google what the location looks like...

View attachment 8742041

View attachment 8742043

View attachment 8742044

So I find myself there again and this time for a seafood boil so some more images of such activity from the same location...

View attachment 8742048

View attachment 8742051

So all that to say- it was a 'nice' location, with a 'classy' spread, designed to attract 'cultured' diners. And then your old friend LuckyDuck rolls in dressed well & on his most professional behavior. It's a beautiful gathering with good plates and cloth napkins and I remember thinking at the time that I just might be turning a corner in my career that I'm now finding myself in these situations and I'm feeling pretty good about that.

Well I start into breaking up the lobster claws delicately presented in front of me and low & behold I cut the ever living shit out of my hand with the shell. It was an absolute mess. Think arterial bleeding all over my plate, all over the cloth napkins & tablecloth... a trail of blood all the way across the hardwood floors you see in the first picture. It was just blood every freakin where. And in classic LD fashion, right at the beginning of this evening so not to gain any professional benefits from it.

I cut myself deep enough with that initial lobster claw that I likely should have needed stitches but after bleeding through a few cloth napkins I ended up butterfly stitching my hand back together and bandaging the shit out of it (replacing it daily) for the rest of my time there in Newport. So much for professional development.

But yeah- that was my first and last seafood boil experience.

-LD
But did you finish the lobster?
 
Apparently I fail to realize that I seem to get around the world more than a cheap whore but- (not that you asked even) but if you're going to San Diego in the future I found a few spots you might be interested in.

(1) Old Town - probably my favorite place in SD and worth the time if you can spare it
(2) San Diego Zoo- likely the best zoo I've ever seen in my entire life
(3) San Diego "wharf" / "seaport village" - honestly the best tacos (street tacos) I've ever had in my life
(4) if you're a beer drinker- check out Stone Brewery, that's one that I don't think has ever brewed a beer I didn't love. All personal taste driven of course but personally I'm a huge fan of Stone Brewery.
(5) Lots of cool ships to see anchored there as permanent museums, extra credit to the Star of India ship they have docked there.

All that said- aside from the street tacos, I've had better food elsewhere.

<ETA: watch out for the homeless guys (seriously). Nobody wants to hear this story here but I watched one particular fellow masturbate "vigorously" and yell obscenities at women walking by for over a week and that was... well just what he did. Also the street lights talk to you there in case you're blind apparently (again not making this up).
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<ETA: watch out for the homeless guys (seriously). Nobody wants to hear this story here but I watched one particular fellow masturbate "vigorously" and yell obscenities at women walking by for over a week and that was... well just what he did. Also the street lights talk to you there in case you're blind apparently (again not making this up).
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No don’t ask him to do that.
 
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All I heard was, and i apologize profusely for being short

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I’m sure you guys get the jist of it, but I came elaborate if needed
 
Apparently I fail to realize that I seem to get around the world more than a cheap whore but- (not that you asked even) but if you're going to San Diego in the future I found a few spots you might be interested in.

(1) Old Town - probably my favorite place in SD and worth the time if you can spare it
(2) San Diego Zoo- likely the best zoo I've ever seen in my entire life
(3) San Diego "wharf" / "seaport village" - honestly the best tacos (street tacos) I've ever had in my life
(4) if you're a beer drinker- check out Stone Brewery, that's one that I don't think has ever brewed a beer I didn't love. All personal taste driven of course but personally I'm a huge fan of Stone Brewery.
(5) Lots of cool ships to see anchored there as permanent museums, extra credit to the Star of India ship they have docked there.

All that said- aside from the street tacos, I've had better food elsewhere.

<ETA: watch out for the homeless guys (seriously). Nobody wants to hear this story here but I watched one particular fellow masturbate "vigorously" and yell obscenities at women walking by for over a week and that was... well just what he did. Also the street lights talk to you there in case you're blind apparently (again not making this up).
Fuck, sounds like its changed a LOT. Last time I was ythere was pre O'bummer. The only real reason I'll go is the seafood but I'll check out the street tacos. I went to the Zoo in the early 90's it was ok but bothered me seein the big animals in such small quarters. Maybe they've improved it I've heard the Wild Animal Park is more open.

Thanks for the tips.