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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

So How Was Your Weekend?

Mine was er, good gawd.

I went to visit Mark. Now I've known Mark for oh, I guess it's been almost 20 years, and his wife is right. "When those two get together ... you just have to see it." I think she may have a sore neck from shaking her head in disbelief the entire weekend, but nevertheless, she somehow was able to put up with our antics. And even more so, she even joined in on occasion. Poor girl.

So in between the pool shooting, shit shooting, beer consumption and name calling (you would think that there is a limit to the number of derogatory remarks, smart ass comments and manhood questioning that could possibly be made in the span of almost 20 years, but of course, I should have known better), we had a few projects to tackle.
It would be impossible to even begin to recall the many ways we pointed out the lack of 'manhood', the many items that would be shoved up the others ass sideways, or the many times 'suck me into a coma' were announced.

The beer brewing, the food cooking, the ostrich egg (yes, a single egg) preparation that needed demonstrating, and the teevee that needed watching. Yes, we took care of pretty much all of that.

So, the beer brewing. We made a batch of porter that I'm sure I will never get to sample, but it appeared that it would turn out to be a decent batch of brew. It was then time to take to the pool table again, where I could give some more lessons. In the meantime, the soufflé preparation was begun.


The egg:



Yes, one egg takes the place of a couple dozen chicken eggs. And it does make a good soufflé. Enough for about 6 people at least.

After the billiard tournament from hell which involved Mark, the Mrs., Yours Truly and another friend, we commenced to grill steaks and settle in.

Sunday involved some serious teevee time, some of the best scotch in the world,



and some more good food, and a serious gut ache from cracking the hell up:



Trust me. Unless you were there, you wouldn't understand, but the timing for the Poison concert was impeccable. I haven't laughed that gawddam hard in years.

♫♪ "What's got you so jumpy" ♫♪
♫♪♪ "Why can't you sit still, yeah." ♫♪♪

Oh yes. Good times.


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4 comments:

Mark said...

I've got some Guinness bottles in the garage and I figured I'd bring a six-pack of the porter to you the next time I'm up that way.

You need post the sordid history of Unskinny Bop. Although, that might be another case of "had to be there".

curmudgeon said...

Now the Guiness bottles sound like a good idea.

I'll leave it up to you to post the details though.

Jean said...

What, no video???

curmudgeon said...

Oh, shucks. The camera just happened to not be nearby.