This weekend could have been longer and if it were I might not be alive today, ok, that’s an over statement but if there was to be some running about to do then I did it.
Friday night Trace and Michelle had a small cook out, a precursor to what they wanted to do on Monday. A small group of 8 it wasn’t too crazy in fact, I think I ate myself to death more than anything.
Saturday I worked in the morning on some paperwork, we have three big jobs coming in for the country club. Summer is about to roll in we really need to get these done but fast. Amy and I talked a while, then she had to go to work in one of her fifty two jobs she has. I left and romped over to the country club for a short game of golf and a peek at our progress. It didn’t look half bad and the pool is set to go now, new tiles around the deck a scrubbed and clean inside pool with sparkling clear water, new plants all about the area and some mini huts for massages and rub downs in the upper deck levels. I was pleased.
Saturday night was an outing with the guys in the small bar we like to call home, greasy fried foods and cold beers and the best darts in the south. This weekend they sported a new band, they weren’t half bad.
Sunday I was invited to go deep sea fishing for the day, drank more than fished. We did the round table of bullshit - the card game and talked of what we wanted in the future. I just wanted to make it on the boat ride without falling off or being jabbed with one of those damn giant hooks, my aspirations aren’t too high.
Monday we lay out on the beach trying to dry out from all the food and beer and bullshit. Slept most the afternoon watching people parade past with a few surfers giving it a go. Occasionally someone would stop and have a chat with us, some of the older people there sunning thought we were there to cause trouble, we had about 15 all milling about being our stupid and loud selves. Just before sunset I rode my bike buzzing down the highway, it felt great except when an unlucky bug flew into me.
Right now I sit at my desk just thinking of the work that needs to be done, the fun I had, all the while Cari is propped up on Diane’s cubical wall chatting about the weekend.
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sounds like a great weekend to me. If I were going on a fishing trip, those would be about the level of my aspirations---minus the alcohol. lol. fun fun. I enjoyed reading that. "Trace" sounds like such a Texas type name. I know ur not in TX but still. Trace is a name from romance novels... not that I read them. *cough*
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