smirkingatyou

Friday morning I woke around 6:30, packed a bag of randomness and drove to Savannah. My father recently retired after 30 years, and his former collegues threw him a celebratory lunch at the office. My parents, uncle, grandmother, brother and nephews were all there.

Afterward, I went back to the parent place and helped pack for camping. It was to be my nephews' first camping trip. The next morning we packed up and drove to the park in Metter, GA. My brother and I have been there several times growing up and had a feeling the boys would love it. The got to run around with sticks, roast marshmallows and biscuits over the fire, and ride around in a boat. I did my best to teach the older one the difference between peeing in the woods and peeing in the neighboring campsite. Aside from that, I did a little science fiction pleasure reading (Robert Heinlein's "Time Enough for Love") and took some time to relax.

I just made it back home I'm filthy, and I smell like campfire smoke. Tonight I'm cooking steak for some friends. The problem is that it's Sunday, and I'm out of beer. Tonight I would like nothing more than a cold beer and a cute girl to flirt with me and rub my shoulders. There is a good chance my friends will bring some beer. This leaves two hours for a cute masseuse to wander into my aparrtment. Wish me luck.