The weekend was hectic, and it’s bleeding over into the weekbeginning, as well. The hectic, I mean. Every day this week I’m going to have to leave during mid-morning for thirty or forty minutes, to pick up the younger boy from a golf camp he’s attending.
And since mid-morning is right in the middle of update-writin’ time, it’s probably going to cause us some problems. But I’ll do my best to adapt, like a frog with an urge to walk around on its jumper legs.
On Friday we went to Knoebels, and it was fun as usual. We’ve been there so often, we have a rhythm now and do everything in roughly the same order every time. We can now rip through that place in three hours, because our technique is so well-honed.
This time I didn’t ride too many things, because my stomach was feeling a tad… dynamic. I had pancakes before we left home, and, as it turns out, they weren’t my friend. I did, however, go through the haunted house, and rode the Phoenix rollercoaster twice.
Those are absolute essentials. Especially the Phoenix. What a great time! It’s no wonder coaster freaks travel from all over the world to ride it. The thing kicks massive ass.
After we left the park we went for our traditional post-Knoebels dinner at Cracker Barrel. I don’t know how that started, but it’s now part of the experience. I was craving something fresh and non-fried, and opted for some giant salad that kept regenerating itself with each bite. It was impossible to stab into submission.
It was a fun day. The older Secret brought a friend, and the five of us had a great time. The traffic sucked a thousand eggs, but that’s also part of the tradition, unfortunately. And when it’s semi-expected, it doesn’t bother me as much.
On Saturday we spent most of the day at a swim meet, and it was hotter than Satan’s butt crack. I thought my internal organs were going to burst into flames. My PAS (Phantom Ass Syndrome) also flared up again, and I like to watch the boys compete, but can I call it fun? Probably not.
After the meet was mercifully over, I went to a grocery store and purchased six bottles of Stone IPA (for $12.99 — holy shit!), and went home and cranked up all the Soviet humboxes.
Since I’ve decided to not drink any beer in July, Saturday was the last real adult beverage day left on the calendar for a while. So I splurged on one of my favorite beers. It’s expensive stuff, but quite possibly worth it.
On Sunday I worked on my computer all morning, retooling some things…. plotting and planning. Then I went back to work. It felt like I’d just left the place, literally.
So, you see, it was hectic, but also a lot of fun (for the most part). What did you guys get into this weekend? Anything exciting? Tell us about it in the comments, won’t you?
And the golf camp pick-up actually takes 55 minutes, as opposed to the 30 or 40 estimated. Grrr…. Oh well. He was happy and laughing when I picked him up, so it’s worth it. I’m a sucker for happy and laughing.
See you guys again tomorrow.