Fun in the Sun

Memorial Day weekend was great. We got to drive ten hours round trip for a four hour party. Nice. We did get to see relatives and more relatives and more relatives. There sure are a lot of people in the country related to me.

I also learned the extent of the lush life my children lead. Not that they are spoiled but we stayed in a hotel this weekend. After opening the doors to the adjoining room, one of my little angels asked ‘Daddy where is the kitchen?’ I had to explain that not ALL hotel rooms are villas like Brockman hooked us up with. It took a while to settle in for her. She likes the kitchen room better.

Then we got home, the wife was going to the store. She asked a couple of kids what their favorite meals were so we could make them this week. Their answer? Crabs. OK then. How about your favorite meal that you might actually get this week.

Which brings me to Memorial Day itself. I just wish I had pictures for this. So the inlaws hosted the cookout. This was fine. Nosaj was the cook. I need to have my own personal cookboy when I get older. So it was not Weber cooking time over there. Let us just say that I saw those flare up things that you hear about when you are not using the new Weber Genesis 320. It looked more like a bonfire than a gas grill. We could have expected as much when we uncovered the grill and saw that a family of squirrels had been living in it all winter. Plenty of acorns for everyone. Nosaj takes a beating on this blog but he did the best he could with what he had to use. Clean the grill old man, clean the grill.

Nosaj needs a posse. I guess his method of having people talk to him is to bring a bunch of friends to the party. That way, somebody will be nice to him. The buddy he brought this time introduced me to two new things. One was a sane man, obviously paying too much for something in his life because he was forced to skimp on the beer. He rolled into the party with a 12 of Bud Lite. What? They were out of NattyBo??

New thing number two caught me off guard. Obviously there is so much in this world that I don’t understand. It seems that if you come from the Midwest and have absolutely no skills at horseshoes, then you create your own games. This time: Washers. Now I did a Google search and this is a legit game for the Bud Lite crowd. I think the object is to throw a painted washer into a bucket from across the yard while swilling cheap beer. That is what I gathered from the web site. What I picked up from watching Nosaj and Mr. NoTasteBuds was that you just got drunk and threw the washers in the grass. Could have saved some time building the bucket pit I think.

Yesterday was tennis day. I played Neckbone (yes he is still alive) to a two set draw. I had him down 3-0 in the first set and thought, wow, I can beat this man easily even with a bad arm. Next thing I knew it was 6-3 him. Nasty. I was able to tire him out in the second set and outlasted him 7-5. However, the real tennis was being played on another court. Unfortunately the real tennis was played by two old ladies a few courts down. In between us and them was a travesty of all that is tennis. SteelerFanBoy and Captain Redneck were locked in a two set battle of wits, wills, and abominable tennis shots. It looked more like a ballet performed by bears on skates. I had to stop several times to watch one of their two minute volleys. Classic tennis action. It looked like McEnroe vs. Connors. If they were drugged and suffering from polio. Seriously though, the battled for a couple hours and SFB got the best of CR in a classic 7-6 first set. He also won the second set but I am not sure of the score. It was a fun day. I would tell you about the battles that Sandwich Artist, Ebone and Human Tumor waged but they blew us off again. Losers.