We had an awesome time in Philly this weekend. My cell phone liked it so much it decided to stay there. Which is why, if you’re calling my cell in the next few days, you’ll get a message saying the account has been suspended. I had it shut off so my phone couldn’t just take… Read More phony.
We’re headed to Philly for the weekend, in observation of The Wife’s 40th birthday, which happens to be today. Beer, sushi and medical curiosities are all on the program. We’ll let you know how it went.
It’s four full days later, and I’m still overwhelmed. Not to mention more than a little tired; I’m pretty freaking old, after all. A number of you already know at least some of the details, but here’s how it happened. I spent the day of my birthday doing two things. 1) Going to work, briefly,… Read More gratitude.
I need a vacation. Uncle Crappy and The Wife returned home from the Gathering of the Vibes late Sunday, a bit crispy, a bit soggy, a lot tired and a lot happy. After a short wait at the entrance, we set up in Quieter Camping — which mostly was — right next to Meg and… Read More gold medicated butt powder.
OK. There was pie. Friday night, beer on the front porch while DD unwound from a nasty work week. Beer at the game, in which C.C. Sabathia pitched a stellar complete-game three-hitter. Beer after the game in the sports bar up the street from HP and DD’s house while we watched the conclusion of the… Read More cleveland. and pie.
We depart tomorrow morning for a fabulous weekend in Cleveland, ostensibly to watch the Indians and the Pirates. We — meaning Uncle Crappy, The Wife, HP and the Drunk Dude — have tickets for Friday’s game, and the ladies and I may go to the Saturday game as well. DD will be out of commission… Read More baseball. hot dogs. apple pie. and beer.
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