Wednesday, February 08, 2006

 

Now, If They Would Just Let Us Drink First...

We did a little "team building" thing last night with my work group. It consisted of strapping into go-karts and chasing each other around this indoor track in Phoenix.

It kicked ass!

Thanks to my extensive police training in pursuit and defensive driving, I managed to finish in fourth place. Out of four drivers. To be fair, the skinny guys had an unfair advantage. With my fat ass strapped to the kart, I'm just lucky I didn't get lapped.

We have a club happy hour out at the dog track Saturday night. Wayners and Janners will be here from Dallas, prepping for the big permanent move to The Valley Of The Sun next month, so I'm bringing them along. Just to make Wayners feel at home, I'll drive him around Sun Devil Stadium a couple of times.

Karma's a bitch, ain't it?

Oh, and by the way. I get zero comments (as of this writing) for a thought provoking and humorous essay on the Winter Games? Zero? It's enough to make A Crime Dog blow off blogging and lay down for a nap. After turning around three times, of course.

Have great day, everybody!

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