I am thinking about last weekend right now. It was a good one, but dang it seems like years ago now. I realized that I usually do a weekend roundup type dealie, and I didn’t this time, so Ima do it now. I just KNOW you were all antsy in your pantsies about not knowing how my weekend was last weekend, right? I know. It was tearing you up inside.
First of all, I met up with some homies at a local drinky station. Both Nordic Boy and I were seriously dragging our asses and were perfectly primed for the last minute bail, but we pulled through and showed our faces. I am still on a grand quest to find my signature drink, and I am sorry to say that I did not find it yet. This time I sampled a Mamie Taylor. Actually I can’t remember what it was I had. Which maybe is a sign that I really liked it or I really didn’t. The other thing that happened was that Nordic Boy got ripped. He can hold his liquor really well so the last time I saw him in such a state was circa 1995. When we got home he ran around our house for a good half an hour singing the opening yodel from “Tonight I’m Lovin’ You” by Enrique Iglesias, or as Nordic Boy insisted upon calling him: Julio Ing-Ling-ias Junior. So actually, it wasn’t that different from non-drunk Nordic Boy.
Also, we stayed out that night until midnight or so. Alert the media!
Thanksgiving was a day of cooking, and eating, and watching really bad movies. Just like the pilgrims.
I rounded out the rest of the weekend by cloistering myself in my house pretty much the whole time, with one break to go over to Biogirl’s house to help her put up her tree and otherwise get her yule decoration on. Although I am not a Christmas tree or decor person I do like that I know people who are and that I can participate in it to some extent. I rather like it in short bursts. Like, for an afternoon is perfect.
And now it’s December, which, yikes.
Happy Friday, all. Please start it off with yodel along with Mr. Ing-Ling-ias.