Monday, March 10, 2008
I Got Good News, and I Got Bad News
Today is one of those "Good news, bad news" days. You know what I mean - you have a great weekend, now you're tired and hung over and expected to function at work. As that dipshit Dr. Phil might say: How's that workin' for ya?
Friday, we headed out to San Tan Flat with a bunch of good friends for short stories and long laughs. The food was good, the beer was cold, and the band wasn't half bad. Being warm-natured, I bitched all night about folks continually throwing wood on the damn fire, the whole hyper-cold lot of them. Sissies.
I thought the band would be all C&W, what with the plethora of cowboy hats I saw in that place, but they mixed it up nicely. Yes, they started off with the completely emetic Redneck Woman, but by the time I staggered out of there, I think they had played more rock than country.
You may remember San Tan Flat as the joint I wrote about right here when a bunch of mean ol' backed-up farts tried to shut them down for dancing outdoors. Such a disgusting travesty is apparently illegal in Pinal County. That's right up there with the occasional unrepealed and antiquated "No tying horses on Main street after 6:00PM" laws you see once in a while. Aside from that, it's a smelly crock of shit is what it is, but that's another story for another blog.
Saturday, Z-Man's best friend finally got married to the girl of his dreams, so we went to the wedding and reception. Z-Man was the Best Man, and gave a very cool speech. A lovely ceremony, lovely couple, and those two magic words: Open Bar. This was clearly not the first rodeo for most guests. Within a half-hour, the bar was completely out of liquor, and we were relegated to drinking beer. Aww, shucks.
Sunday, it was off to the Superstitions with TFMCD and Ladybug to see the spring wildflowers. While they weren't as plentiful as in some past seasons, it was well worth the trip. Ladybug loved every minute of it, as did we, watching her explore and try to find every possible variety of flower out there, while walking as gingerly as a gangly seven-year-old is capable of, so as to avoid squashing the blossoms. We burned out batteries and filled memory cards like there was no tomorrow.
And then it was Monday......
See what I mean? Man, I could really use some Phins To The West.
