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.
t-storm – my birthday is in August, so I can help us out there,for the flags & being black we’ll have to rely on someone else.
August is also Mike Jackson’s birthday if you want to celebrate the death of pop.
Latecomer to the party, but I spent my Friday night coaxing a friend to drink so much that the next morning, post-vomit, his eyes had very few blood vessels that had NOT burst. Saturday was spent at work, doing next to nothing as it was gorgeous out, and then going out Saturday night for more riotous drinking with my friends. Sunday was my mother’s birthday, so I got her a giant Cold Stone Creamery cake and grilled out steaks and chicken….all in all a great weekend.
ALSO: Tyrosine–Congrats on the new addition!
I had a friend who once went out with his gaming (nerd) group drinking. They new that they were gonna get obliterated so they got a hotel. They went drinking on the Landing in St. Louis (Oh I sincerely miss those heavy metal bands. I used to go see on the landing in the summer) but this guy was a Bacardi Ice guy at best. He was pounding Jack and Cokes and ended up blowing out both of his eyeballs. Pretty awesome pictures, honestly.
Handy thing was, a few years later I was trying to get in touch with him and posted a missed connection on Craigslist for “Jesse who blew out his eyeballs and used to come to the open mic night at Freds”, and it worked.
Oh hell…Jesse is my real name, but I had nothing to do with above post. AND…my eyeballs are fine.
I detect a theme here. Can you say cirrhosis? I knew you could.
Good Morning Surf Reporters…..
“….and in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night! ”
for 10 Surf Reporter Points ……
what movie?
JCIII: google has ruined things.
Chuck: never say cirrhosis. We all have livers of steel around .
t-storm: “She fell in love with the drummer.”
Um, I meant to say “We all have livers of steel around here.” Too goddamned early…
JClll
The Truman Show. haha
WB in Ohio wrote “Shared it with my neighbors and they thought my sausage was excellent.” Your neighbors are very kind.
Yes, Truman Show…I love that movie. I love when he starts figuring things out and runs into the set with his boat at the end, gets up and walks out.
I like Columbus Day
…and I am a pretty big fan of Persidents’ Day
That’s right: Persident’s
The liver is evil. It must be punished.
Since Jeff has not posted in over 48 hours, I will forward a joke that my buddy Roy emailed me for your entertainment.
The Mailman
It was the mailman’s last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood.
When he arrived at the first house on his route he was greeted by the whole family there, who congratulated him and sent him on his way with a big gift envelope.
At the second house they presented him with a box of fine cigars. The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures.
At the fourth house he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful woman in a revealing negligee. She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door, and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced.
When he had had enough they went downstairs, where she fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee.
As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup’s bottom edge. “All this was just too wonderful for words,” he said, “but what’s the dollar for?”
“Well,” she said, “last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you. I asked him what to give you.”
He said, “Fuck him, give him a dollar.”
The lady then said, “The breakfast was my idea.”