Yesterday was faboo. The only thing about it that was no fun was that eventually it ended. I was up at 0830, goofed on the computer for a while, went shopping with Sylvia, played on the computer some more, went to the AoS, played in the pool for a few hours, and *then* we started to really have fun. Chris and I walked to Todd’s place to steal his grill, then drove here to get Sylvia. We got to the AoS just as the keg was arriving. There was corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, steaks, chicken … I spent most of the early party inside watching one of the best baseball games I’ve ever seen and devouring about 3 pounds of cow, but everyone else was at the pool (which is right next to Chris’ place). After the Red Sox beat the Yankees Chris and I did some laundry-jumping to celebrate (leaping from the roof of the laundry building into the pool), tossed Chuck and Andy into the pool several times, and pretty much partied like we had nothing to do the next day well into the 4 o’clock hour.
Footnotes:
– there was no Coke in the machine at the pool so Sylvia had to settle for white russians instead of colorado bulldogs
– Andy was not wearing ‘being tossed into the pool’ clothes
– Paul and Bart are good people to have your back if there’s trouble possibly brewing (nothing happened)
– Chris makes a mean steak and chicken marinade
– Craig, Todd, Chuck, and Chris are huge Family Feud fans
– four years of medical school do not do much for your tolerance
– it was great to know that Jenny, mom, Uncle Dic, Jorge, and Mike were all watching the game
– Bart knows as many “walks into a bar” jokes as I do
– I have great friends, both in meatspace and cyberspace