Ten things I don't want to die doing.
using a real doll
blogging about john gosselin
playing air drums
auto-asphyxiating myself
checking work email
playing chat roulette
reading a dan brown book
setting myself on fire from frying a turkey
losing a joust at a renaissance fair
going back in time and accidentally killing my great great great grandfather
Monday, June 21, 2010
Memorial Day 2010
This was a memorial day weekend that, well, I'll remember. I can't remember a time going up to my parents farm when I had so much fun and satisfaction from every minute of the day and still wanted to keep on going. Even the roosters beckoning me from my sleep at 5AM were met with, if not joy, tolerance. Funny thing is, it was so jammed with fun I can't keep the chronology straight, so here goes a stab at it:
Day 1.
After punting on leaving Friday night Alayna and I agreed that we should embark on travel upon the morrow (so to speak) So, we left with little difficulty early Saturday morning with my cousin Matt and his companion fast asleep in the guest room.(another story)
Arrived at the farm after a pleasantly traffic free drive in the Lancer (1961) on an overcast saturday morning. Upon arrival we met with Mom and Lenore and Ellie and had a quick meet and greet. After surveiling the landscape we realized the place was depleted of sufficient supplies for the weekend so we embarked on a trek to the local shopping centers. First I had to address my lack of a finished present for my brother Rob's birthday which fell on the 31at (monday).
Going to the Hudson valley Mall is always an adventure, mostly one associated with the scene in The Lord of the Rings where they have to go through the tunnels under the mountain and are attacked by orcs. Luckily this wasn't the case and we survived unscathed. Once we secured Rob's supplemental birthday gear we made our way to Gander Mountain. Actually, we hit GM first, but for the sake of not rewriting this, lets assume that I have the timeline correct.
Gander Mountain. A more unseemly place of filth and camping gear and awesomeness one has never seen. I was dissuaded from spending my gift card on a turkey fryer and walked out with a smart choice of picnic accessories and an extremely heavy cast iron pan. Success! Next stop, Miron liquors and the beer distributor!
To say I felt like a kid in a candy store at Miron liquors only makes me feel like I need to be honest with myself and enroll in a rehab center, so lets just day that this is the best place for both the enormity of choice and value of alcohol in all of Ulster county. I was elated. We left, turned the corner and hit the "beverage distributor" for beer. That mission was quick and dirty, not unlike a kill and destroy black ops mission. One cannot spend too much time in a beer distributor without signing up for a local stock car event or succumbing to buying tobacco one puts in their lower lip, or DIP.
Now flush with booze and clothing one might wish to get for their birthday if one likes to spend time in loose fitting clothing we returned to the farm. Upon arrival the sky opened up to let some of the humidity out just in time for us to pull into the driveway and not have to fret over the questionable functionality of the windshield wipers. As Alayna and I pulled in we spotted Marc making his way to the driveway with a large umbrella and he courteously came to Alayna's side of the car and escorted her in without spilling a drop. I on the other hand got soaked in the process of unloading our things, but it turned out to be the best way to cool off short of jumping in the creek.
Alas, jumping in the creek would have to wait until Sunday, but we made due. Once back we met up with Rob and Katie and their baby boy Paul who always has a look of consternation as if everything is not quite to his liking. Of course once you get him banging away at any given instrument or noise making device this 18 month old is happy as a clam.
That night we grilled enough redmeat to warrant a beef holocaust and slipped into a nice warm food coma.
This was a memorial day weekend that, well, I'll remember. I can't remember a time going up to my parents farm when I had so much fun and satisfaction from every minute of the day and still wanted to keep on going. Even the roosters beckoning me from my sleep at 5AM were met with, if not joy, tolerance. Funny thing is, it was so jammed with fun I can't keep the chronology straight, so here goes a stab at it:
Day 1.
After punting on leaving Friday night Alayna and I agreed that we should embark on travel upon the morrow (so to speak) So, we left with little difficulty early Saturday morning with my cousin Matt and his companion fast asleep in the guest room.(another story)
Arrived at the farm after a pleasantly traffic free drive in the Lancer (1961) on an overcast saturday morning. Upon arrival we met with Mom and Lenore and Ellie and had a quick meet and greet. After surveiling the landscape we realized the place was depleted of sufficient supplies for the weekend so we embarked on a trek to the local shopping centers. First I had to address my lack of a finished present for my brother Rob's birthday which fell on the 31at (monday).
Going to the Hudson valley Mall is always an adventure, mostly one associated with the scene in The Lord of the Rings where they have to go through the tunnels under the mountain and are attacked by orcs. Luckily this wasn't the case and we survived unscathed. Once we secured Rob's supplemental birthday gear we made our way to Gander Mountain. Actually, we hit GM first, but for the sake of not rewriting this, lets assume that I have the timeline correct.
Gander Mountain. A more unseemly place of filth and camping gear and awesomeness one has never seen. I was dissuaded from spending my gift card on a turkey fryer and walked out with a smart choice of picnic accessories and an extremely heavy cast iron pan. Success! Next stop, Miron liquors and the beer distributor!
To say I felt like a kid in a candy store at Miron liquors only makes me feel like I need to be honest with myself and enroll in a rehab center, so lets just day that this is the best place for both the enormity of choice and value of alcohol in all of Ulster county. I was elated. We left, turned the corner and hit the "beverage distributor" for beer. That mission was quick and dirty, not unlike a kill and destroy black ops mission. One cannot spend too much time in a beer distributor without signing up for a local stock car event or succumbing to buying tobacco one puts in their lower lip, or DIP.
Now flush with booze and clothing one might wish to get for their birthday if one likes to spend time in loose fitting clothing we returned to the farm. Upon arrival the sky opened up to let some of the humidity out just in time for us to pull into the driveway and not have to fret over the questionable functionality of the windshield wipers. As Alayna and I pulled in we spotted Marc making his way to the driveway with a large umbrella and he courteously came to Alayna's side of the car and escorted her in without spilling a drop. I on the other hand got soaked in the process of unloading our things, but it turned out to be the best way to cool off short of jumping in the creek.
Alas, jumping in the creek would have to wait until Sunday, but we made due. Once back we met up with Rob and Katie and their baby boy Paul who always has a look of consternation as if everything is not quite to his liking. Of course once you get him banging away at any given instrument or noise making device this 18 month old is happy as a clam.
That night we grilled enough redmeat to warrant a beef holocaust and slipped into a nice warm food coma.
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