This is probably going to sound like a really immature, dipshit thing to say but I can get away with it since I just happen to be an immature dipshit.
I would rather be eternally damned to the Hell of hirsute women with never ending PMS (speaking of which, Angies Aunt Flo showed up Friday too) than ever go to another mother fucking, cock sucking, Boy Scouts anything.
Here's my beef with my weekend. First off, the wife and I have to call a do-over on our ninth wedding anniversary due to the fact that the boy has to go (my wifes call not mine) to a Boy Scout camp so he can earn some more badges and shit.
That, in and of itself, pissed me off somewhat.
Don't get me wrong now, I love my son and have sacrificed a lot for him and my daughter over the years but I thought that maybe this one day being what it was should have belonged to me and my wife.
So, I get them there after the two hour drive and get all the shit unpacked and camp squared away and take of for Nashville because I had found out earlier that evening that there were 10 dollar grass seat tickets on sell for Ozzfest at the box office of the venue where the show is going to be so bsing the good friend that I am I went to go pick some up for all my friends.
I ended up standing in line for two hours in the blazing hot sun before getting my tickets and getting stuck in a traffic jam on the way back. I had left the camp at about 5 or 6 and didn't get back 'til 10 or so. It should have taken about 2 hours. I never did get to eat.
The night I slept there at the camp was the most miserable I ever remember being while trying to sleep. I mean, i'm sure that sometime in my life it's been worse than that but it's the worst I can remember right now. Hot, sweaty, and bug ridden, all four of us all cramped up in a little four man tent. I got maybe two hours of sleep. Fuck camping.
Then the best part, the actual Cub Scout activities. For anyone who has never had the pleasure of being involved in any way with the Cub Scouts of America these fuckers are the kind of bible thumpin, young Republican fucksticks that make Star Trek geeks geeks go "wow, that guy's lame."
There was one point at which I had to get up and take my daughter away from the kid who was teaching my son a class on geology so I wouldn't have to keep thinking what it would be like to punch his smartass right in his mouth.
Our plan had been for us to leave in enough time for me to get back home, grab a shower, get my gear on, and make my show. Well, in order to do that we would have to had left camp by 3, as we had planned on doing all along. Guess what time we ended up leaving? Around 4 or so. And to top it all off the last portion of our drive home was spent in my second traffic jam on the interstate only this time I had to piss so bad my eyeballs were floating.
I made it home long after Frost had left for our show and so that makes two shows in a row i've missed.
I also didn't get to get my hair dyed. Maybe next weekend.
This weekend was, figureatively speaking, a giant pile of shit and i'm just glad it's over. If I could i'd just call a do over on the whole damn thing and hide under the bed the whole damn time.
Many thanks to everyone who dropped by here and wished me a happy anniversary.
I would rather be eternally damned to the Hell of hirsute women with never ending PMS (speaking of which, Angies Aunt Flo showed up Friday too) than ever go to another mother fucking, cock sucking, Boy Scouts anything.
Here's my beef with my weekend. First off, the wife and I have to call a do-over on our ninth wedding anniversary due to the fact that the boy has to go (my wifes call not mine) to a Boy Scout camp so he can earn some more badges and shit.
That, in and of itself, pissed me off somewhat.
Don't get me wrong now, I love my son and have sacrificed a lot for him and my daughter over the years but I thought that maybe this one day being what it was should have belonged to me and my wife.
So, I get them there after the two hour drive and get all the shit unpacked and camp squared away and take of for Nashville because I had found out earlier that evening that there were 10 dollar grass seat tickets on sell for Ozzfest at the box office of the venue where the show is going to be so bsing the good friend that I am I went to go pick some up for all my friends.
I ended up standing in line for two hours in the blazing hot sun before getting my tickets and getting stuck in a traffic jam on the way back. I had left the camp at about 5 or 6 and didn't get back 'til 10 or so. It should have taken about 2 hours. I never did get to eat.
The night I slept there at the camp was the most miserable I ever remember being while trying to sleep. I mean, i'm sure that sometime in my life it's been worse than that but it's the worst I can remember right now. Hot, sweaty, and bug ridden, all four of us all cramped up in a little four man tent. I got maybe two hours of sleep. Fuck camping.
Then the best part, the actual Cub Scout activities. For anyone who has never had the pleasure of being involved in any way with the Cub Scouts of America these fuckers are the kind of bible thumpin, young Republican fucksticks that make Star Trek geeks geeks go "wow, that guy's lame."
There was one point at which I had to get up and take my daughter away from the kid who was teaching my son a class on geology so I wouldn't have to keep thinking what it would be like to punch his smartass right in his mouth.
Our plan had been for us to leave in enough time for me to get back home, grab a shower, get my gear on, and make my show. Well, in order to do that we would have to had left camp by 3, as we had planned on doing all along. Guess what time we ended up leaving? Around 4 or so. And to top it all off the last portion of our drive home was spent in my second traffic jam on the interstate only this time I had to piss so bad my eyeballs were floating.
I made it home long after Frost had left for our show and so that makes two shows in a row i've missed.
I also didn't get to get my hair dyed. Maybe next weekend.
This weekend was, figureatively speaking, a giant pile of shit and i'm just glad it's over. If I could i'd just call a do over on the whole damn thing and hide under the bed the whole damn time.
Many thanks to everyone who dropped by here and wished me a happy anniversary.