No one was quite sure what to think when Kelly Gruber showed up six sheets to the wind — dressed in a bomber jacket, Dokken t-shirt and pajama pants — with a bottle of Boysenberry Schnapps in one hand and a SONY Watchman blaring Airwolf in the other.
Fortunately, he came in, said something about “messin’ up his groin for good in that rundown”, devoured an entire platter of shrimp, then passed out in a chaise lounge — all in under 10 minutes.
