Sorry to disappoint but Breckin Meyer didn’t valet my car. It was Dustin Diamond and he’s still pretty ticked off about the Saved By The Bell thing. Don’t joke with him. I asked him not to screeeech my tires into the parking spot and he punched me in the neck. Ever have someone punch you in the neck and then hold their hand out for a tip? I don’t know if I felt more embarrassed for him or for me but dammit if I didn’t swish around in my pocket for a few quarters. I considered it payment for all of the hilarious hijinks I enjoyed from Zach, Slater, Screech, and Kelly Kapowski. A sore neck and 4 bits? Any time.
I’m still trying to get my bearings straight this week. I think I answered one of life’s mysterious riddles: What would happen if you drank several Oberon’s and Two Hearteds and then watched artsy independent films every single night of the week? Well, let’s put it this way, if I carried on like that for another day or two, I’d finally get busy on penning a sequel to Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. My version would be decidedly less cocainey.
I didn’t run a lick…except to the urinal to make more room. So, I’m making up for it this week and, man, my legs are tired. I’m about as weary as this trip summary. Shall we go to picture form and slightly amusing anecdotes? YES!
We do things differently here in Michigan. Witness the ski lift being utilized in the middle of a summer’s day. Those are my kid’s legs dangling off of there. For Michiganders, a beautiful July day means….time to hit the slopes!
Actually, the chair lift took the kids to the top where they could go down the water slide:
Well, okay, it’s not a “water” slide. Here in Michigan, that would be “a little cart with wheels” slide. No water. We got enough of that shit surrounding us in every nook and cranny of this state. We don’t want it on our slides too.Instead, we sit in hot tubs on 92 degree July afternoons. What better way to cool off in 90% humidity than a soak in 105 degree water?!? Remember, it’s Michigan. It’s damn cold here 6-7 months of the year. We need to soak in all of the warm we can get to carry us through those few dozen runs in January and February in 15 degrees.
Awww, look at the fam casually standing in a filthy lake next to floating milk cartons. In Michigan, that’s called recycling. Whenever we are done with our milk cartons, we toss them in the nearest body of water and let the tide “recycle”. Look, there goes two recycled cartons now:
My dog was quite content sniffing everything that could be sniffed. When I told her it was time to go, I got this Mrs. Serious Face. Can you see “WTF?” in those eyes?
Mrs. Nitmos says “kiss off” it’s time to dump the kids at the grandparents and head back downtown for more beer and films and hipsters walking around with douchey chin hair and oversized, thick framed rectangular glasses.That’s right, I didn’t shave last week.
Running related topics resume next.
Happy trails.
7 comments:
What, no Pabst? Hipsters love PBR!
well it just wouldn't be a film festival without the douchey chin hair and rectangular glasses lol! You will need to give us a run down of the movies you saw!
Oberon is good brew.
I totally see the wtf look on your dogs face. It's a similar look my border collie gives me after he realizes he won't be joining me on a run. (yes, he knows the difference between normal clothes and running clothes) if looks could kill, I'd have been dead a while ago.
As good as Oberon is, isn't there something inherently douchey about drinking beer with fruit in it?
Beer good. Fruit beer bad.
Ha your dog looks pissed! Don't you know she can't go smell stuff for half the year because it's covered in snow?
So, I barely blog, and I sure as hell don't comment, but I just read your jacket review from last month. They sent me the same one.
I agreed that it was expensive and noisy, but I loooooved the color. I can't believe they sent it to a guy. That's a women's jacket if I've ever seen one. Nitmos is a girl! Nitmos is a girl!
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