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.
Oh yeah!
Dos!
tird!!!
I ended up going to a friend’s lake house. Activities included drinking beers on the dock, drinking beers while eating lots of grilled meat, and drinking beers on a pontoon boat.
Everyone seemed intimidated by the 150 or so beers that we had on-hand as of Friday night… but between the seven of us, we had it down to about 10 beers on Sunday morning.
Most entertaining part of the weekend was watching my friend eat “The Triple Play”… it was our version of the Double Down. A beef patty, cheddar cheese, and a few slices of bacon sandwiched between two fried chicken filets. Afterwards he went into a food coma for a couple of hours, but he was ready to drink more beers once he woke up.
on Friday we got unreasonably drunk in public and made total specticles of ourselves.
Saturday we went to a big bon fire party adn got unreasonably drunk (well we except for the d.d.) and made specticles of ourselves
Sunday i worked at a campaign fundraiser for my friend who is runnign for congress and then i cooked some AWESOME ribs and drank some beer and got a pedicure. Yes it was in fact the best weekend EVER!!!
Awesome, burrito bar.
My last weekend is going to run into the next several months before completion.
Unpacking from a move bites it big. There will surly be a box of books or non-required plastic mardi gras cups that goes unpacked for a few roach generations.
Our weekend started with an outdoor family night movie at Heston Farm, here in the lovely Fairmont, WV. My boy invited two friends so he was a very happy kid.
Sat & Sun we puttered around, kinda cleaning house and getting rid of some crap. It stayed in the mid-90s so we spent a lot of effort trying to stay cool. Husband made homemade chocolate ice cream. best ever. I love stay at home weekends.
Friday we went to a bonfire at a friends house and played some bags and drank beer, then we brought the party back to our house and I went to bed at about 3:30, leaving the remainder of the partiers out on our back porch. I woke up to find one of them passed out in the sitting position on the couch, so we left him there and went to a Japanese steak house for lunch. Has anyone ever been to one of those, where they make the food at your table? Omg, nothing beats those fried Japanese noodles, seriously nothing.
Saturday Ben had his class reunion at a local bar in town (yeah, real classy huh?). They had all you could eat and drink from 7-10 for $25 bucks a person, so we couldn’t beat that. Then we went home and for the first time in about 2 years we uh, smoked, and laughed at Svengooli and the fact that we never noticed his mustache was painted on. His featured movie was Swamp Thing…we laughed until we cryed for about about an hour until I thought my face was going to explode and went to bed and laughed some more at the Goonies that has been in our DVD player in our room for 3 weeks.
It was an awesome weekend.
Friday night pretty much blew, I had to be back at work Saturday by 7:30am.
Saturday was much better, drank a six pack of Flying Dog Raging Bitch while I smoked a couple of pounds of sausage on the Chargriller. Shared it with my neighbors and they thought my sausage was excellent. Then proceeded to violate the terms and conditions of Bourbon Season and sucked down a half a litre of Beam. Toasty!
Sunday, you may have guessed didn’t get underway very early. Put baby back ribs on the grill around 4 and then proceeded to snorkel down Bud Lights. Ribs didn’t get done until 9 pm but they sure were tasty.
So there you go…beer, bourbon and a metric shit ton of pork fat!
Picked the little people up from Kids Camp for Military Kids. They had a blast, the littlest (9) of my little people won the biggest award for the week. Outta 150 kids my lil soldier won the highly coveted (among lil kids) GI Joe Award. Took ’em to see Iron Man II and then went home grilled burgers and drank Amaretto sours til bed time. Sun, was spent at a pinewood derby for Scouts. Then laundry ate the rest of the day.
Yep, I live large.
My weekend was all about baseball. My sons are “grown” (tell me, please: when does the brain fully develop?), and neither has had a positive seed implant that’s come to fruition (no grandkids), so there’s no direct descendant for me to coach. I still enjoy working with kids, and I’ve spent a good part of my life on baseball fields…ergo, I now umpire. And here in So Calif it’s All-Star time at the local Little Leagues (various levels at 11-18 years), which means lots of good games to “work”. Saturday I had games at 9am and 3pm, and Sunday at 1pm and 6pm. The couple of hours between games was spent cooling off and stretching in the pool; post-games were spent with a glass containing ice and scotch.
I don’t know of a better way to spend a spring or summer weekend at home. And TW was happy because I was out of the house. A win-win on that front, too.
Friday night, went to Thai Cuisine in Reading and got the seafood curry (shrimp, scallops, lump crab, and lobster chunks) with carrots, broccoli, etc. I ordered Thai Hot Blow My Head off and they did. This restaurant is BYOB, no liquor license. Took 2 bottles of wine with us, ended up hanging out with 5 women celebrating a 40th birthday. They were all loaded and lots of fun.
Went through a DUI checkpoint on the way home. Thank God that my buddy Chris was driving, I was loaded. He blew .07, one point below DUI. He was shitting himself. The cop was a real bastard and gave him all kinds of shit.
Weekend: too hot to move.
Ha! I went to Myrtle Beach. NO KIDS, NO PETS. Lotsa hot chicks! Some great southern low country eats! Couldn’t have gotten any better than that!
Good Afternoon Surf Reporters…….
Saturday at 3 in the afternoon starts my official weekend, seeing that I work every Saturday until, well, 3.
I actually pulled an all nighter Friday night(Saturday morning). Why would a middle aged man do such a thing? I kept asking myself that repeatedly after the realization of going into the workplace on no sleep the night before.
But, if I need an excuse, I was in a hot n heavy poker tournament on line. The dang thing started at 10 o’clock Friday night and I didn’t finish until about 6:30am Saturday. I couldn’t quit, I was winning. Bottom line is I placed 32nd place out of over 5500 players. So I was pretty amped about that.
So, Saturday after work I commenced to drink my face off, hoping the mixture of exhaustion and alcohol would cause be to fade off into sweet slumbery bliss. I actually didn’t crash out until almost 11 Saturday night, so I was up a total of 38 hours.
Sunday, needless to say, I did not move from the couch. Faded in and out of consciousness only to catch a quick smoke or drink a quick beer. Then it was back to a state of catatonia.
Up and at ’em 7 o’clock this morning to go to my weekly Monday Morning Ball Masher, and here I am…..
Still having my weekend, so it’s good!
Jeff – be happy the boys are into swimming, not wrestling. Then it would be hot AND stinky.
My wife and her sisters went to visit their dad. I cleaned the garage for a few hours so I wouldn’t feel guilty for laying on the couch in my own filth for the entire weekend. It was great.
world cup, drinking, offended some long haired dude, shots, got digits from a 23 yr old victoria secret manager, made spaghetti and meatballs, jaeger-fu, rumple-fu, all in all 4 stars.
(Further Evidence)…Really?
Fairly quiet weekend. Stayed in Friday, ordered pizza Saturday for dinner. My wife went in to labor later Saturday evening so we went to the hospital where she gave birth to my second son. Slept in on Sunday.
So for $10 I can get unlimited pet-sitting for the rest of my dog’s natural life (after the rapture). This sounds like an extremely good deal.
Oh yeah, I completely forgot about the baby thing.
Seriously Tyrosine, congratulations!!
It was Errol Gala Day on Saturday and we all went to the park to ‘chill out’ and spend money. I chose to spend my hard earned cash on alcohol. ‘Cairn O Mhor’ is the local wine, and its worth every penny.
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At night there was a band on in the Community Centre/Church hall and they kicked ass. They’re friends of mine but I don’t exagerate when I say they were shit hot! They played loads of covers, eg Toots and the Maytalls, Jethro Tull, Led Zep, Donna Summer, Slade, Howlin Wolf etc loads opf people were up dancing and it was a balmy summer night. Wonderful.
Sunday I had a hard 4 hour karate black belt seminar, with a hangover. Not so good.
Saturday was an LK day. Sunday however was like a year in Calcutta. 93 degrees and humidity in the 70-80% range. Really bit the big one. I couldn’t wait for the Sun to go down.
@Tyrosine…Congrats!!1 Now go for the hat-trick! =8^-)
@WB Where do you live? I’m comin by for some smoky pork-fat goodness.
Re: Further Evidence. I have a deal with a friend of mine who “went to the other side” a few years ago. If/when the Rapture occurs, I get his truck. He’s told me where the spare keys are, and I’m always after him to take care of the periodic maintenance.
I don’t care what happens to his dog. I think I’ll suggest that he spend the $10 so I won’t have to deal with the dog when I go over to pick up the truck.
Saturday evening party. Early on I told an old lady on oxygen to fuck off. (Some kind of pattern here?). We were having a good ‘discussion’ and she wasn’t doing too good so she told me to “shut up and listen”. That’s a big whoooops to do to me. They told me she’s an old rude bitty and I could have been nicer. I told them I’m a prick and she should have know better. Good home cooked food and home made music around the fire followed. Beer and wine flowed and the old gal sat by the fire and didn’t blow herself up. We hugged at the end of the evening. Good times I would say.
Yesterday spent getting ready to go to Taos again for a while. Outta here in the morning.
….it’s not like I didn’t know the lady. We’ve know each other seven years I’d guess So it’s not like I go around telling strangers to fuck off. I gotta know you a while before I do that….
“I’ve decided to not drink any beer in July” — TF? That’s like deciding not to breathe for a month. Or was that in the sense of “no beer, only whisky”?
My inter-tubes were out the whole weekend, 11am Friday to 10am Monday. I asked for a little something in compensation, but evidently they think it’s more important to chisel a customer out of $8 than to keep a customer who pays too much for a low-speed connection. So now I’m shopping.
Other than that… did a lot of reading, replaced some grill parts, fixed a broken ceiling fan, failed to fix the stove because the part was wrong.
Saturday night was my first night home in almost 3 weeks.
I had National Guard AT in Northern Minnesota complete with sketers the size of birds, ticks the size of sketers, and no beer. BUT…I did get to blow up a lot of shit. I would call it an even trade but my wife would say otherwise.
Like they say…what is the hardest job in the Army?
Army wife.
Good Morning Surf Reporters….
Friday sucked because I had to work late. Saturday sucked because I had to work. Sunday sucked because I had to work.
See a theme here? Yeah, I’m surrounded by assholes.
Went ot Norwalk Oh. for the drag races..hotter than hell, no shade to be found. Still a good time.
I don’t even remember Friday night that well, but I do know that we all got shithammered on cheap beer and expensive drugs.
Saturday, I played a gig at a local bar and repeated the previous night’s activities, with the added bonuses of possibly destroying my guitar (I’m afraid to take it out of the case to look at it) and staying up until sunrise on Sunday. Slept for a few hours during the day and then went to a cookout where I proceeded to get shithammered on cheap beer once again. My liver’s “check engine” light is now permanently on.
Tyrosine – Congratulations!
WB, Chuck, and RB,
Thanks!
Tyrosine – Congratulations! Here’s to many sleepless nights!!
Brittney – We have a few Japanese Steak House’s in Pittsburgh. But my favorite is Nakama. Unbelievable amount of food and I, of course, eat like I have an hour to live. Afterwards…I’m running for the nearest batroom as it doesn’t agree with my innards. But I will still go and torture myself anyway.
This past weekend began last Thursday with a trip to Johnstown, PA for Thunder in the Valley. A biker rally held annually. Friends of ours have a huge camper with a bathroom and hot shower. So we weren’t really roughing it. Came home Sunday afternoon. Perfect weather too. We were lucky. No rain until we got home.
@ Bikerchick – Sounds exactly like me! That place we go is Hamada, first they give you mushroom onion soup, then a hefty portion of chicken fried rice, then a whopping pile of some bomb ass fried liguini noodles, tons of grilled veggies…and I also get the chicken and shrimp combo, and since you get the meat last, I’m already stuffed and can’t even eat it. Ben and I always bring home enough left overs to last us a couple days. It definitely is torture trying to walk out of that place overstuffed and breaking a sweat…the bathroom sprint is a must…I want some right now!
Oh, I forgot the salad and ice cream too.
I’m really surprised that this group’s weekend didn’t include at least one drunken orgy. I have some likely candidates in mind, but won’t name names in the interest of not getting told to go fuck myself.
Although with just 38 comments so far, maybe some are holding back.
well CA dude i did make out with a girl does that count?
today is my last day at work until next Tuesday. i need a vacation very badly i am so excited.
went to cabelas for the first time, pretty neat place.
Tilly, I think that counts. And it does well vis-a-vis keeping/establishing the group’s reputation.
Have pictures?
Bunkercam and Futher Evidence…awesome.
i do not have pictures. I barely have a memory of the event as i was a drunken mess at the time. Apparently I wanted to leave before my friend and my boyfriend were ready to go and when i kissed him goodbye she said “why don’t you ever kiss me like that?” So I planted a big ass tongue kiss on the girl. She recently got out of prison so i doubt it was much culture shock to her but the boyfriend thought it was great!!!
Giving up beer in July? do you need to borrow my straight jacket?
my weekend was not cool and no beer was drank. My 18 month old was diagnosed with meningitis and I spent it in the hospital with my sick ass kid.
bummer that. but..he is home and on the mend!! woot woot!!
I’m not giving up beer in July. However, as a show of support, I will give up broccoli. It’s the least that I can do.
Literally.
But as soon as I read that Jeff’s given up on his attempt to make it through the month without beer, I’ll be back on the spears.
Tilly–I enjoyed the tale (just got out of prison? nice touch…I think) but pictures would have been better. Maybe next time.
Yeah, I wasn’t going to say anything before because I hate to be a bad influence, but Jeff, you should wait to not drink beer until August when nothing is going on. I’m going to throughly enjoy this weekend however because last year I was stricken with a 3 week long sinus infection that required lots of antibiotics and claritan to clear up. My right ear canal was swollen shut for 2 of those 3 weeks…it was truly horrible. I still went out on the fourth, but it just wasn’t the same, I was beat and depressed fearing that it would never go away, but I’m a trooper and I still drank beer on the fourth. So I’m enjoying myself this year goddammit!
Well I enjoy reading the comments here because I feel less of a looser as it seems everyone who reads the WVSR was as shithammered as I was at some point during their weekend. My weekend consisted of….. not shit Friday, girls night at our house Saturday, and everyone wanted apple martinis (which Im not a fan of due to the fact that they are too sweet) Drank an obnoxious amount, lost part of the day, threw up said apple martinis, bed.
I agree, stopping in July is how the terrorists win. August makes sense.
Here’s the breakdown of the months starting now.
July – 4th of july, duh.
August – No reason not too quit, unless you’re birthday is that month.
September – Labor day, my birthday, the start of football season.
October – Oktoberfest, duh.
November – Thanksgiving, family overload.
December – Christmas and new years.
January – Nothing to celebrate, unless you’re black.
February – Mardi Gras
March – St. Paddy’s day
April – Opening day for baseball, tax day.
May – Derby Day, Cinco De Mayo, Memorial Day
June – Go ahead and stop drinking in june, unless you are really into flags