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<\/p>\nA thoroughly satisfying evening of intemperance. If you call this evening<\/p>\n
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Muscle Men, Swisher Sweets, A Grandma, Titos & Gatorade (lots), and plenty of Pringles (Cheesy Quesadilla<\/em>). Must’ve been 11:00 pm when I snapped this Selfie. Happy Wife resisted joining us\u00a0as long as she could but eventually succumbed\u00a0to our\u00a0incessant texts and phone calls and walked over with the Dog. By that time the four us were well\u00a0pickled, laying on the grass around the campfire which we’d started purely for aesthetics except, well, we did need\u00a0a way to light the cigars after all! Playing with fire, arguably, was the second instance of poor judgement. The first had it that\u00a0we’d haul everything down to\u00a0the lake, board the so-called Party Barge\u00a0<\/em>which was nothing more than a dozen or so two-by-sixes attached (somehow) to two pontoons – no railings or nothing, and\u00a0then\u00a0set off on the open water (white-capping pretty good\u00a0by then)\u00a0carrying on as we tootled along the shoreline. Try as he did, though, Jason couldn’t fix the ripcord on the Evinrude (and who could after 4 vodkas). It was then that\u00a0I spotted\u00a0the box of matches floating in\u00a0the lake. So we\u00a0moved the Party back on land\u00a0and\u00a0doused the wood with gasoline we found near the shed while\u00a0someone ran into the house to fetch a lighter. Shortly after that it was announced we were out of Titos, so Grandma and I hustled over to Brown Jug for another half gallon, and then the Walgreens next door for Gatorade and Pringles. The cigars were an impulse buy at the register.<\/p>\n Next thing I remember it’s 9:00 am Sunday morning. I’m waking up from a Well, Happy Wife returned him\u00a0an invective or three of her own, and we pedaled on.<\/p>\ndream<\/del> nightmare where I was hit by a train. Happy Wife spent most of the night in the tent with the Dog, yet when\u00a0I rolled over there she was, next to me in bed. I got up and moved (and probably sounded)\u00a0like the Tin Man after a night\u00a0in the rain. Took four\u00a0coffees, two midday naps, and a few gallons of water to finally bring me around. This was\u00a0was about 3 pm. We\u00a0decided we’d\u00a0take\u00a0a bike ride around the neighborhood. We hadn’t ridden\u00a0more than a half mile when some a**hole drives by us way<\/em> too close wailing his horn. We were both riding as close to the curb as possible. I shoot\u00a0him the What’s your problem?<\/em> gesture\u00a0which I knew he saw in his\u00a0rear view mirror, and then I see him flipping his thumb at the adjacent bike trail. To further express his outrage with the supposed lawlessness of cyclists in the roadway, as if to say the roadway is for motor vehicles only (he’s wrong about that, btw)\u00a0he does a U-turn in front of us, crosses the road, goes up over the curb and drives his\u00a0car\u00a0on\u00a0the bike trail<\/em>\u00a0on the opposite side of the street —\u00a0flipping us off the whole time!<\/p>\n