The weekend....FINALLY!!!
These last two weeks have been a bit of a challenge, but facing a whole weekend with my family, I can see nothing but goodness ahead of me. It's birthday weekend, and I lay myself at the mercy of my incredibly creative friends and family who have sprouted more questions about this weekend than my investigative nature can answer. It's all good...
Yesterday was about the Miss Lake festival...I was one of the judges as part of the endless PR for the station that we have to do. Tough, huh? Free drinks and pretty ladies...
It was a most excellent night...iced with a nice ego stroke from a hot bartender who slipped me his number. Nothing like feeling good about yourself and having someone agree with you. 
I ended up home on my drunk-dialing binge...and after a failed attempt to quiet the looming questions, I found myself curled in the corner of my couch (which I affectionately call the g-spot), chatting the night away and laughing until it hurt. I have the greatest friends.
Enjoy your weekend, my lovelies...and laugh until it hurts. Nothing mends a broken heart like friends that can stimulate a certain level of intelligent insanity.
ITINERARY from COUSIN SAM for the WEEKEND
thought you might find this humorous too...
Hey cousin,
Here's where you need to be over the next couple of days. These times are subject to change due to scheduling fluctuations, but are not to be altered by you in any way.
Sat:
6am-10am--work
10am-11:15am--travel time with some shitty girl music you listen to
11:15-11:30--bathroom break, freshen up, change clothes, ect.
11:30-12:30--lunch at gram's house with her and the fantastic four (menu is subject to change by provider)
12:30-12:35--bathroom break/change clothes
12:35-12:36--travel time from gram's to mom's
12:36-12:37--walking from the cars to the pool
12:40--getting thrown into the pool because it's your birthday (almost).
12:40-4:00--pool time with assorted pool toys...just because soemthing is waterproof however, doesn't mean it belongs in the family pool.
4:00-4:05--goodbyes
4:05-4:20--travel time to respected homes
4:20-6:00--get pimped for the night (include bathroom break here, if needed)
6:00-6:15--waiting by the door for the convoy.
6:15--convoy arriving late because that's what we do.
6:15-6:30--drive to restaurant
6:30-8:30--dinner and debauchery and greasy mexican food. This is where you may have your first drink of the night.
8:30-8:35--bathroom break from earlier drink.
8:35-9:00 travel time back to mom's
9:00-?--TOP SECRET
Sunday:
7 am--what time you'll get up
10 am--what time the rest of us will get up
10am-12:00--pool time
12:00-12:25--changing/showering...ect.
12:25-bathroom break
12:30-fighting over seats around the TV
12:31--NASCAR from POCONO
12:45--someone realizes we're out of beer
12:50--someone leaves to get beer before realizing that they don't sell it in Indiana on Sundays
12:55--everyone laughs at stupid.
You're stuck with us until the race ends, after that, you're on your own. Prepare for the unexpected. see you soon.
Love ya,
Sam
These last two weeks have been a bit of a challenge, but facing a whole weekend with my family, I can see nothing but goodness ahead of me. It's birthday weekend, and I lay myself at the mercy of my incredibly creative friends and family who have sprouted more questions about this weekend than my investigative nature can answer. It's all good...
Yesterday was about the Miss Lake festival...I was one of the judges as part of the endless PR for the station that we have to do. Tough, huh? Free drinks and pretty ladies...
It was a most excellent night...iced with a nice ego stroke from a hot bartender who slipped me his number. Nothing like feeling good about yourself and having someone agree with you.
I ended up home on my drunk-dialing binge...and after a failed attempt to quiet the looming questions, I found myself curled in the corner of my couch (which I affectionately call the g-spot), chatting the night away and laughing until it hurt. I have the greatest friends.
Enjoy your weekend, my lovelies...and laugh until it hurts. Nothing mends a broken heart like friends that can stimulate a certain level of intelligent insanity.
ITINERARY from COUSIN SAM for the WEEKEND
thought you might find this humorous too...
Hey cousin,
Here's where you need to be over the next couple of days. These times are subject to change due to scheduling fluctuations, but are not to be altered by you in any way.
Sat:
6am-10am--work
10am-11:15am--travel time with some shitty girl music you listen to
11:15-11:30--bathroom break, freshen up, change clothes, ect.
11:30-12:30--lunch at gram's house with her and the fantastic four (menu is subject to change by provider)
12:30-12:35--bathroom break/change clothes
12:35-12:36--travel time from gram's to mom's
12:36-12:37--walking from the cars to the pool
12:40--getting thrown into the pool because it's your birthday (almost).
12:40-4:00--pool time with assorted pool toys...just because soemthing is waterproof however, doesn't mean it belongs in the family pool.
4:00-4:05--goodbyes
4:05-4:20--travel time to respected homes
4:20-6:00--get pimped for the night (include bathroom break here, if needed)
6:00-6:15--waiting by the door for the convoy.
6:15--convoy arriving late because that's what we do.
6:15-6:30--drive to restaurant
6:30-8:30--dinner and debauchery and greasy mexican food. This is where you may have your first drink of the night.
8:30-8:35--bathroom break from earlier drink.
8:35-9:00 travel time back to mom's
9:00-?--TOP SECRET
Sunday:
7 am--what time you'll get up
10 am--what time the rest of us will get up
10am-12:00--pool time
12:00-12:25--changing/showering...ect.
12:25-bathroom break
12:30-fighting over seats around the TV
12:31--NASCAR from POCONO
12:45--someone realizes we're out of beer
12:50--someone leaves to get beer before realizing that they don't sell it in Indiana on Sundays
12:55--everyone laughs at stupid.
You're stuck with us until the race ends, after that, you're on your own. Prepare for the unexpected. see you soon.
Love ya,
Sam
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why me? i have no idea.
some day i'll tell you about the head hunting hippy i met in Berkeley.
soon as the statute of limitations runs out.