Recap

OK, my list of things to do went right out the window. Friday night at the Ash-holes was fabulous. They pimped out their abode and had wonderful homewreckers (1.75L) of Jack Daniels and Stoli for the endrunkening. Many of the Head's dearest friends were their, including the Missus, both Ash-holes, Turbo, The Kane Mutiny, Cheddarback, Big Dave, etc.
We stayed up until 4:30. We wrecked the homewreckers. Wonderful time. Everyone was trashed and actually listened to the long, repetitive, out of left field, go nowhere stories that we're all fond of telling when we're endrunkened.

Next day was going to be a tour of our old haunts but we were all crippled by hangovers. So we watched "The Punisher" (sucked, but was OK, considering our condition, for making fun of). Saturday night was a goat-roasting party at Don's where we found The Evil Doctor and The Dean. It got weird. People passing out in closets. People we didn't know cobra-ing up on people and cranking KID ROCK (!). Long, loooong, loooooooong stories. Long bad stories. Not entertaining like our typical ones. Stories about Nascar and dogs named Bon Jovi.

Sunday was breakfast at the Cozy Corner followed by picking up spices at "The Spice World" a stop at the "Up Down Tobacco Shop" and finally, the pinnacle: Drinks at "The Old Town Ale House" with the Missus, the Ash-holes, and The Dean. Kind of disappointing b/c instead of the standard old lady bartenders they had some young guy who kept leering at Mrs. Ash-hole and talking to the other cronies about her.

Also, the "Wow, look at the kids coming in here" and complaining how young people are ruining the bar from the cronies is getting old. Yes, I'm a genreation younger than you but I'm 30 for Christ's sake. When do you consider me a grownup?

And I guarantee I tip better than you so the staff would rather have a bunch of mes than a bunch of yous. They just tolerate you, you nasty old jerkoff.

Next weekend is Cleveland.