In the past week I/we did these things (in no particular order):
1. Went golfing with Steve before he left town. Discovered we all suck pretty badly at golf.
2. Went to a Tigers game a few rows back from the dugout.
3. Acted like we knew what we were doing after watching our 100th episode of The Dog Whisperer.
4. Drank a beer as big as our head.
5. Learned badminton is a sport. No, really. A sport you can hold a beer and cigarette in one hand and still KICK ABSOLUTE ASS with the other. My kind of sport.
6. Went to a theater to see a movie that for once didn’t suck (Batman – go see it).
7. Managed to eat at Toast a) without being hungover, and b) without waiting 2 hours for a table to be open.
8. Stood inside a skyscraper and waved at Windsor.
Longpoint 2008 has come and gone, and somehow we managed to take 1 photo for the 4 days we were out there. One. Uno. And it’s not even all that exciting (though it does at least prove we were drinking there…
Anyway, I’m hoping someone has some pictures I can publish to make up for my extreme lack of camera concern. Anyone?
See yah later Ferndizzy, we’re headed to Long Point for our annual alcohol consumption slash liver testing camping trip!
This year we’ve got a group of 20-odd happy campers, so it should be a doozy. Check back next week for what I’m sure will be some AMAZING stories of BEACH SURVIVAL. Stay tuned…
We rolled out to the Racetrack Friday night for some July 4th fireworks and booze + betting. While I bet and didn’t win a thing, Christa doubled our money with her new bet strategy: PORN STAR NAMES.
It provided some serious giggles finding names like Pleasing Artist, Hunter’s Big Guy, Stand Tall McGraw, Big Boy Blue, Smoking Gun, and First Pleasurelane in the race program. Also proves I don’t have an inside line on the winners, so you can stop asking…
There are reasons why I haven’t kept up on posting regularly about that LITTLE project we’ve been working on for the past few months. Lots of them. So many there was rarely a day that went by I didn’t utter many four letter words that show up as #&^% in the comics.
That’s all behind us though.
We’re done.
You can follow the 2 month progression with pictures over in the gallery…
So I cordially invite everyone over to sit on the porch with a beer, stare at it, and say “yyyyyyyyep” for an hour or two.
Some of you may remember a few months ago when I wished I had a camera phone to document some of the oddities that life throws at me (so you don’t think I’m kidding – cause it’s all true!).
Well kids, I finally have one.
What I’d like to know is, how do they know a stripper versus a non-stripper when they see one? What are the chances I could stroll in and drink 1/2 off? (don’t answer that)
