No, I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth. Just in case you were wondering.
We got back from Pennsylvania late Monday night. It was a surprise for Wayde’s brother, so I couldn’t mention it just in case he might read it. I doubt he reads this, but you never know.
Wayde and Ray’s friend Joel showed up in front of Ray’s place wearing “grit” costumes, causing a ruckus and mayhem in the street. (Grit is another word for scummy, 80’s white trash, usually with a mullet.) They were throwing a frisbee across the street to each other, causing cars to stop an honk, with a boom box blaring some Van Halen-esque tune from the Rock Star soundtrack. It was quite hilarious. Ray came storming out of the front door, ready to kick some ass. The look on his face was priceless.
I will be posting the pictures that I took from my hiding space behind the bushes as soon as I get them off of my camera…hopefully later today.
I seriously tried to stay up for the entire Wings game when it went into triple OT, but I couldn’t. I zonked out somewhere in the third OT, I think about halfway through. GO WINGS!
Oh, and I now have The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind for X-Box. Oh. My. God. It rules. I spent way too much time playing it when I got home last night.
I’m bombarded with work right now, so I better get back to it.
GO WINGS GO!