Wet with sweat

And it was an SOB. That pretty much captures the way of my day.

I started things off with the Friday group hike. I selected our route, which included one modest mandatory climb and an optional visit to the top of Black Rock. I had in mind a long valley walk at the end, but in a concession to the heat, we took a shortcut that shaved a kilometer or two off our intended path.

And we are off!
Right up our alley
A Matain village
Not to heaven, but close enough
Still climbing
Almost there
Life at the top
A shady spot somewhere
A peaceful place
Dispensing sweetness
The view from Black Rock. Half the group chose that route.
Black Rock from below.
A zoom shot of those other guys
Our group is reunited
Through the wide-open spaces
And into the dead space
The view of Easter Mountain from here
Your weary blogger marches homeward

It was just under 8K for me, and I was soaked. I’ll be just as wet come the rainy season, but I’ll be a lot cooler. Hurry your ass up, Mother Nature!

The days are hot and humid, which also creates hazy skies. This view from my patio reflects that:

Yeah, even on a bad day I am blessed.

Then it was time to head into town for the Sons of Baccus dance competition at the Green Room. I went early to get good seats, and Swan joined me just before the show started.

Don’t judge me, but I consented to be a judge again.

I liked the Whiskey Girl performance the best, with Green Room a close second.

Oh shit. I just now noticed that I fucked up. Voodoo should have been third on my list. Damn, must have been the beer’s fault.
Whiskey Girl dancers I liked best
The home team from Green Room
And Voodoo the team I forgot to list on my scoresheet.

I’m usually in sync with the other judges, and I understand that the home team usually has an advantage (the home team has won the past four weeks in a row). Last night, the final tally came out like this:

1st Place: Green Room

2nd Place: Voodoo

3rd Place: Whiskey Girl

4th Place: Alaska

So, I don’t know if I fucked Voodoo out of first by not listing them at all on my ballot or not. I feel shitty about it either way, and I will punish myself by declining to judge in the future. Sorry about that, girls.

We went home directly after the show having had too much of a good thing already.

Where did Facebook take me on the stroll down memory lane today?

Eleven years ago, I had a nifty little house bought and paid for in Columbia, South Carolina. This was the space I set up for darts. Damn, I was living my dream back then, and I thought it would last a lifetime. It didn’t.
Ten years ago, I enjoyed a meal with Kevin Kim in Itaewon.
And then coffee and a chat. Good times!

Let’s get the Quora Q&A bullshit out of the way:

Q: How did your husband react when you told him you were pregnant?

A: Well, I can’t pass up the opportunity to tell my story. I was not married to her at the time, but we did eventually marry.

So, I was 19, and she was 17. We had been dating for a while. I had just gotten a German Shepherd puppy. Anyway, I picked her up from work, and while we were still in the parking lot, she told me the news: I’m pregnant.

I responded like any rational man would do: Damn it! If I knew you were going to get pregnant I wouldn’t have got the dog!

All’s well that ends well. I got to experience the joy of raising my sweet daughter. And I kept the dog, too!

And that was what led to marriage #1. It lasted six years before she said, “I don’t want to be a wife and a mother anymore.” So, my journey as a single father with sole custody of my two kids began. Until I found wife #2. But that’s another story for another day.

Today’s humor is a little more nasty than usual. You’ve been warned!

Yeah, I’ve helped gals like her pay the bills. Mutually taking care of our needs.
Shit happens
I’m kind of an ass man. (Geez, a comma after ass would change the meaning entirely.)

I’ll tell y’all about today, tomorrow. Y’all come back now, hear?

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2 thoughts on “Wet with sweat

  1. Those wheelchairs in the woods must be a bitch to take up and down hills.

    Yeah, I’ve helped gals like her pay the bills. Mutually taking care of our needs.

    Hopefully, you’re now out of the scuzzy period of your life.

    re: SOB judging

    As long as no one else finds out, I imagine you’re in the clear. But there are locals who do read your blog…

  2. I hope so, too. Transactional sex is nearly as satisfying as the real thing.

    I felt so bad about it that I talked to Daddy Dave (sponsor of the SOB) and showed him my screwup. I said if my mistake cost the Voodoo gals first place money, I wanted to compensate them for it. He said let me go to the office and check the results. He came back with the tally of the judge’s scores and said if Voodoo had received my vote, it would not have changed the overall standings. What a relief it was to hear that!

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