weekend recap

this weekend has been another flurry of activity. quite a good time.

it started about noon on Friday when the bosses took us peons out to their country club for a 'team building' outing. it struck me as a bit a of a ploy. it also struck me as kind of awkward ahead of time. it wasnt, other than the degree to which the staff wanted to do everything for you, just shy of toweling you off after you get out of the shower. im a big boy, i can take care of myself.

but it wasnt awkward other than the over the top service, which is what you pay for at a country club i suppose. to have that kind of money... thats a whole other world. anyway, the golf was fun. i had a number a of good shots, and a number of bad shots. ive determined that shooting like Tiger Woods isnt that hard. doing it consistently is. and then recovering without losing strokes when you fuck up is what separates he from me. but a gorgeous day outside and free flowing beers made it an enjoyable afternoon. the fillet and drinks at dinner certainly didnt hurt either.

i got home around 9:30 and called the local family. theyre all out celebrating. so what to do but join in? i change into something more comfortable and hop on my bike to meet them downtown. we go to a half dead bar and leave shortly there after to a crazy 'irish' bar that liked to play bon jovi and journey. the only item of note there was walking up to the bar, and while trying to get the barman's attention, these two girls keep staring at me. so im all touching my face to make sure that i dont have some crap on my face or my hair is all crazy. then im thinking that i have a sunburn from all the sun during the day. finally i order my drink and turn toward them as the barman walks away and look there way as if to say 'if youve got something to say, say it.' seeing this they do. they introduce themselves and the one closer to me says 'we think youre really cute.' im taken aback thinking that i look like a tomato with hair, but attempt some small talk. moments later they look at each other, nod, and one says 'okay, bye, were leaving.' it was all very random. but then drunk people are sometimes. and at any rate, i was happy to have some pretty good looking girls tell me such things.

somewhere during the second bar, Anne(the other youngest sibling) and i end up staying out past the other kids. were trying to figure out how to get back to my place since she doesnt have keys to her sister's and the metro is closed. and to make it more complicated, i rode my bike. so i ask a couple of cabbies if i can put my bike in the trunk, but they dont like that idea. its not like cabs ever have nice paint anyway... so we decide to see if Anne can sit on my rack and balance. this may have been an alcohol fueled decision, but it works for a few blocks til we hit a red light. then when i start pedaling again, were wobbling all over the place and suddenly the load gets lighter. Anne is on the ground laughing. 'well, it cant be that bad if shes laughing... and has all her teeth.' i think. we walked the rest of the way home. about two miles. so its 3am, ive been up since 6am and out playing golf, drinking, eating, more drinking, and walking 2 miles home. im surprised i got my shoes off before i crashed i was so spent.

9am comes along on saturday and its beach day as proclaimed by my brother. at least the walk home burned off a good measure of the booze and didnt have much of a hang over. Anne and i are off to meet up with Tim and Sarah, with the obligatory coffee shop stop on the way. we arrive at the beach, which is uneventful aside from a jellyfish sting(minor, no pee necessary). after sitting in the sun all day we pack up head back, deciding that we need to make a Chik-Fil-A stop. turns out the one on the way home is at a mall outside Annapolis. there are sailors all over the place. weird. i feel like if i was a sailor on leave, i wouldnt go to the mall. but, i generally wouldnt go to the mall. but i had to have my first chik-fil-a. on the way home Sarah asks how my chik-fil-a experience was. 'it was awesome. i got my chik-fil-a cherry popped and there was seamen everywhere.' i couldnt resist making one more seamen joke. who could? i could have made much worse jokes like 'did you see that girl holding some seaman in her hand?' but i didnt, because i a class act, ok? we were pooped when we got home and watched some youtube randomness and a movie and went to bed.

yesterday i did chores. but my place looks real nice. i might even let girls that arent somehow family in there. if they dont leave after hitting on me. fucking weird.