Skark moved our usual bowling group to the horsie track on Thirsty Thursday, and it got the weekend off to the right start. Senor Scat wasn’t racing, so I kept my bets mostly confined to the Leinenkugals stand, where I’m ALWAYS a winner.Early-evening Friday was fried shrimp and honeyweiss at Stella’s with Landon, then I met up with Timmy at Marie-Louise and David’s, where I had potato schnapps. It was a new experience, but I figure since I’m Irish, and I’ve never met a schnapps I didn’t like, it was right in line with my interests. I liked the Absolut Kurrant with soda water better. We tried on hats, some that Marie-Louise makes (she’s seriously the most awesome, and possibly only, Danish girl I’ve ever met), and once it gets colder, she promised to teach me how to crochet, so I can make my own whoville hats.
After all that, Timmy and I walked to an undisclosed location, where we did a science project that led to us partaking of herbal essences out of a Strongbow can. It was classy AND refined, and we followed it up with a slumber party in the living room.
Saturday Timmy and I went on a quest to find a fedora, which I finally did at Ragstock. After miscellaneous hijinks, we met up with Spam for a drive to Chanhassen (SERIOUSLY, WHY DO YOU NEED TO LIVE OUT IN THE ASS END OF NOWHERE?! THE BOONIES ARE ONLY GOOD TO DISPOSE OF A DEAD BODY) to a bonfire. I failed, and not only got marshmallow in my hair, but dropped my wiener in the dirt. I hate when my wieners get dirty.
Sunday was supposed to be my super productive day, but shockingly enough once I started getting rid of the stragglers of beer that made it to my house from Saturday’s bonfire, I only felt like watching movies. HOWEVER, because one of the movies I watched was “Animal House”, a toga party is now in the works. Maybe my day wasn’t so unproductive after all!
14 comments:
Gotta love a racetrack with a Leinenkugal stand. Craft beer at the yard...very nice.
Those hats look like they have boners.
This is fine for your hat...but it makes the other guy's hat look gay.
Earl: it's minnesota. we are beer snobs. just try to get me to drink miller lite and i'll jack you in the face with a tire iron.
moog: yeah, timmy does look gay. might be because he's gay. funny the correlation.
you had me at "jacking earl in the face with a tire iron"...
I'll be there for the toga party, but the sheets I have are awfully small I might have bits and pieces dangling out, is that ok with you?
You're so lucky. Not everyone can pull off a Whoville hat. Especially not that dude next to you. He looks like someone poked him in the butt.
gawd, i LOVE partaking of herbal essences followed by a slumber party on the floor. My wiener and i try to do that once a month, my dear T-Bird!
You are so damn cute!! I love that pic of you!
I make my kids wear hats like that all year round. They come home from school bloodied and screaming that they keep getting beat up but I just say, "Stop your whining and put your hats back on. That's what we do in our family! We wear hats God damn it!"
You do your heritage proud! Erin Go Braughless!
You're the only person I know who I wouldn't jack slap for wearing a hat like that.
*kiss*
Toga! Toga! Toga!
My wiener is very clean this morning.
Is that a penis on your head, or are you just happy to see me?
Love the hat, and Leinenkugals! That does sound like a great day.
If you do not get me a hat like that I will never do your garden in the nude. Ever. So there.
mmmmmmmmm...potato schnapps....
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