Let's Get Summered

I don't even know where to start with this weekend. All I can say is this: drop my family out in the boonies with 300 pounds of crawfish and copious tequila, and things start to happen. I kinda feel like words wouldn't even do it justice; I'd need to go multimedia on this bad boy to really capture the spirit of the event. I wouldn't need a lot of pictures either, maybe just one. It'd show 6 people at 1 AM on Monday, underneath a carport, shaking their asses for all they're worth. The other 35 attendees of the party were asleep, but we were having a little impromptu dance party. And after Laura saw Eldon's moves, I don't think I stand a chance with her for quite some time.

It was an awesome time, and I am glad that my uncle knows people who are willing to let me do strange things on their property.

I guess now that Memorial Day is here, summer is in full swing. Good, I dig this season. I get baseball, the beach, barbecuing, and bocce ball, all at the expense of hideous sun burns and nonstop sweating. I actually say that's not such a bad trade. And yes, I do realize that nothing stops me from playing bocce ball during the winter, but it would look and feel ridiculous. (Reader, promise that if you ever see a cold weather game of bocce ball, you run onto the playing field screaming, grab the balls, and then run off the field, still screaming. That is how you teach a bocce lesson!)

I'm feeling optimistic about this season. I'm going on some good trips (Mexico, UK, Vegas), most of which I've already paid for, except for food and bail money. I'm going to see lots of minor league baseball in the hopes that, if I buy enough hot dogs, they'll let me throw out the first pitch. I'm also going to avoid lots of killer bees, as I hear this is the summer they finally get to Texas. It's an ambitious trifecta, especially the bee part, but I've got the whole summer to work on it.