Another Wednesday is in the books. Here’s how I spent mine.
I’ll save the hike for the end. I already told you about the drama with my house. Nothing really new to report, other than one of the landlord’s family members, Pablo, is in town. He’s the guy I actually rented from originally. My basement neighbor told me he didn’t know anything about the rent increase. Hmm, maybe some family drama on the horizon. Meanwhile, the rental agent for my new place sent me a draft copy of the lease, which looks pretty standard. A concerning item on the “pet amendment” says only one dog is allowed. Obviously, that will have to be modified or it is no deal.
Put on my darts attire and carried my arrows down to Alley Cats for the tourney last night, but after arriving, I just wasn’t feeling like playing. Wednesday is league day, so the tournament starts later and there are more players than usual. I just didn’t want to invest that much time sitting around a crowded bar. A couple of beers and I was off to a less crowded venue, It Doesn’t Matter. Some more beers there, then I headed out to The Pub to indulge my Wednesday tradition of Korean-style chicken wings.
What else? Well, this is the photo I used for this week’s episode of making my liberal friends on Facebook heads explode:
I was taking a leak in Mango’s the other night and saw this cartoon posted on the wall. I like it because it provides a good excuse for me being such a slowpoke on our group hikes.
I guess that provides a good lead-in for my report on yesterday’s Wednesday Walkers hike. We did a relatively easy 6K trek with one moderate climb. That’s the way old fuckers like me like it! Anyway, lots of photos (many courtesy of Scott) will tell the story better than I can.
Another good day on trail!
I will endeavor to leave my faithful readers with a smile:
“I know you have three openings. There are, however, a few more openings than those, but I can’t fit myself into them. So we’ll have to make do with the three you mentioned.”
I’m not seeing any masks in the final Dick’s photo (does Dick have anything to do with those three openings?). That’s a good sign to me.
What a Freudian post, eh? Dick, three openings, and faceless virgins.
Shocking, Kevin. But I like the way you think!
Yeah, the masks are pretty much all for show these days. On the street, I keep mine on my chin, then pull it up when I see a law-enforcement type. I’ll be glad when this madness is finally over, but there doesn’t appear to be an end in sight.