The second day at Lazy Bear started off easy enough. I wandered into town and purchased Diet Coke and Double Stuffed Oreos for the cabin – hey, a bear could starve out here. I then found a hot spot and checked emails and such – yes, dysfunctional cyber bear needs to be connected to the civilized world. Having gotten my cyber fix, I returned to the woods and just generally lazed about the cabin.
Late afternoon, I wandered back into town for the Twilight Party at the Inn at the Willows. Met Wayne Schube of Club Ft. Lauderdale and reminisced about my East Coast roots and - uhm ah - bathhouses. Stopped by The Triple R to say hello to Harry & Allen and check out the fur by the pool. WOOF!
Tired, but happy- it was back to the cabin. Now that I could distinguish the cabin from the woodshed, I was looking forward to a hot shower after a sweaty day with the bears. And maybe an Oreo or two!
Mindlessly enter cabin, punch in security code - SIRENS, LIGHTS, PANIC!! Yes, I had set off the alarm, and with all the noise and confusion continued in vain to punch numbers hoping to silence my torment, but to no avail. So, I called the security company, they no longer serviced the account the referred to another service. ALARMS BLARING. Second company – right company – but wrong number. ALARMS STILL BLARING. Dial third number; reset the alarm – and beautiful silence.
Phone rings, it’s my host in SF. The alarm company had called informing him of the intrusion. He informed them that it was just a silly bear, and there was no need for concern. He tries to walk me through resetting system. I vow never to touch any more buttons for as long as I live.
Crisis resolved - I plan to shower and call it a day. FLASHING LIGHTS - KNOCK, KNOCK – SHERRIF’S DEPARTMENT! Had I not been completely traumatized by the alarms, this would have been a perfect faux porno moment – At the cabin door stands Mr. Stud in a Uniform asking if everything is OK.
Well, it is now!
He quickly determines that considering I am still here in my boxers - I am not likely breaking and entering and that yet another silly tourist has set off the alarm. I apologize profusely, and sadly he leaves from my life, as quickly as he entered it. Men!!
I spend the next 20 minutes or so wondering what danger I might be that would warrant calling Mr. Uniform back to the cabin. As cute as he was - the reality of the local jail cell convinced my to abandon any further contact with Mr. Uniform. I snuggled in for the night with visions of My Night in Shining Armor – or how about a police cruiser? - coming to my rescue.
WOOF!