Thursday, August 31, 2006

Gimme Something On A Stick

I am running out of patience. It's time to get to the state fair asap.

Between the blogs, stories, newscasts and people talking about food - I'm about to go crazy. I'm also thinking about actually stepping up and trying the "ejector seat" ride. Maybe I'm crazy, but that ought to get my blood going. I should probably do that on an empty stomach. The plan is to head there on Sunday - but the forecast is dreary and that's no fun! I just hope weather people are as wrong as they often are.

In other news, camping last weekend was awesome. Pitched the tent, started a fire, slept outside, climbed some rocks, and then drove to Webster, WI to have fun at a cabin on the lake with a bunch of Nancy's co-workers. Went to arguably the most authentic dive bar I've seen, right in the middle of a trailer park. The bartender reminded me of one of Marge Simpson's sisters, and she kept smiling at me funny. It felt weird, especially after I had a shot that I think tasted worse than vomit. There was no molesting to speak of however - thank god - and Nancy and I returned to the cities on Sunday.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

She wanted you ... remember how she said people who did the shot would want to screw? She was looking at you for that, kiddo. ;)

7:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The sea was angry that day my friends, like an old man trying to return soup at a deli.

I got about fifty-feet out and then suddenly the great beast appeared before me. I tell ya he was ten stories high if he was a
foot. As if sensing my presence he gave out a big bellow. I said, "Easy big fella!" And then as I watched him struggling I realized something was obstructing his breathing. From where I was standing I could see directly into the eye of the great fish.


Then from out of nowhere a huge title wave lifted, tossed like a
cork and I found myself on top of him face to face with the blow-hole. I could barely see from all of the waves crashing down on top of me but I knew something was there so I reached my hand and
pulled out the obstruction.


(pulls out golfball)

4:58 PM  

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