I Ain't No Spring Chicken

I’m moving a little slow this morning; feeling my age and realizing I’m not quite as resilient as I used to be :-)

I took most of the day off on Friday. Worked on a project at home for a couple of hours, then did some manual labor around the house. That night we took a friend, Rachel, and her husband, Ray, out to dinner. It was her birthday. The dinner and drinks were good. There was some twenty-something chick at the table next to us with a monumental set of boobs that were great conversation pieces. It wasn’t necessarily the hooters, but rather all the attention the waiters & busboys paid her. Can’t say that I blame them. They were practically pouring out of her top. After that we went to a dance club. I was WAY underdressed, but the girls wanted to go so....we went for an hour or so. It was Salsa Night at the club. Great. I don’t dance much to begin with, and I damned sure wasn’t going to get up there and try to recall what I’d learned 10 years ago when a Puerto Rican couple would give us impromptu lessons while we were all drinking and carrying on. We went back to our friend’s pad and didn’t get home until around, oh, 4:00am.

Saturday we worked around the house all day, preparing for a move we intend to make sometime in the next few months. We did nothing Saturday night.

Sunday night we went over to Birthday Girl’s house. They had a huge spread of food. There were 25 or so people. As usual, we were the last ones there. We got home around 3:00am.

My alarm clock went off faithfully at 7:00am Monday morning and by 8:00am Ted and I were headed toward a golf course on the south side of town. We stopped at a little Mexican restaurant for breakfast and spent the rest of the day golfing. We teed off at 10:00am and didn’t get done until 2:30pm. By then it was 100 degrees and I was totally whipped. I got home right before the Warden returned with the kids from grocery shopping. She commented on my sunburn (not a bad one) and listened to me whine about my headache. I took a cool shower and did absolutely nothing but watch TV and doze for the rest of the evening.

And so this morning I’m moving a little slow....and not feeling so young today.

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Memory Du Jour:
Lake Pleasant, AZ
Steve, Mike and I decided that little island in the lake we’d seen so many times would make a fantastic campsite.

We had six inner-tubes, T-bones, beer, weed, and other camping necessities. We each paddled a tube out toward the island, a tube full of supplies tethered to each of us. The tube Mike was towing had a round (river tubing) ice chest in it and a Hibachi grill tied on top of it. And so somewhere around 10:00pm we started paddling out to the little island. About a third of the way out to the island, which was probably a half mile away, Steve and Mike started racing. Of course, the tube Mike was towing flipped, dumping the beer, the steaks and the Hibachi into the water. After some cussing and bitching, we recovered exactly two Heinekins and one T-bone.

We paddled slowly, defeated, back to the mainland. We dried out a lighter, gathered some wood, and cooked that lone T-bone on a stick, indulging in a little herb and one of the Heinekens whilst we waited for the beef to cook. When it was done we passed it around and ate it like cavemen. The lone remaining beer went around too.

Graphic Du Jour:

















Quote of the Day:
"That's George Washington, the first president, of course. The interesting thing about him is that I read three—three or four books about him last year. Isn't that interesting?" —Showing German newspaper reporter Kai Diekmann the Oval Office, Washington, D.C., May 5, 2006