Wow…it's been a really rough weekend! I spent the weekend in the wild party place called Austin Texas. It's been a long time since my wife and I partied so hard and stayed up soooo late. I actually was able to see her beautiful face after midnight Saturday night.
We were invited by special invitation to a location we had never visited before. Being self employed it is sometimes difficult to get away from the business for any length of time, but we simply scheduled our calendar, left on Friday around noon and traveled to party central.
We spent the night Friday for a Saturday night shindig. When we arrived things were already in full swing. There were gobs of people and the place was jam packed. We arrived fashionably late by about twenty minutes and by the time we got there things were already a hoppin'. People were already so over indulged on the good times that some of them were running around the room screaming and hollering. The volume of the place blasted my one good ear and a few of the people had already begun ripping off their shoes and were barefooted. Some of the guys were starting to tussle with each other showing off their manly skills and some of the women were already huddled together in their corner exchanging their next move on the guys. One guy had hopped on his car and was actually pushing it around trying to run over people's feet with it. Another fella had gotten out his lawnmower and was running it through the room at full speed ignoring anything in his path. One person was running around the room grabbing the balloon decorations and trying to make balloon animals out of them and another fella had his sword out and was trying to pop his balloons. One young lady was grabbing all the ribbons from some gifts that were on the floor and was trying to place them in her hair as an accessory, while one of the guys was trying to use the long ribbons to lasso people by their feet.
I had never seen so many people in one room so involved in a party! These people were acting like 2-year-olds at a birthday party! Well some of them were under two and some over two but they were all acting like …well…actually they were acting just like they were supposed to, like 2-year-olds. We went to celebrate our great nephews two year old birthday party and had a wonderful time!
Congratulations to Eli Botts on his second birthday and congratulations to his parents Mandy and Trevor Botts on the announcement of their second child due in December!
On Sunday morning, after my wife and I awoke in our hotel room, I decided to go downstairs and grab us a cup of coffee. I threw on an old
t-shirt and pair of flimsy shorts and crocs and made my way to the elevator. I had not bothered to comb my hair or wash my face yet and my eyes were still swollen from the late night. As I stepped into the elevator there were two college age guys in worse looking shape than myself. It appeared to me they were just getting home. One of them was without a shirt and their hair was matted and tangled worse than mine.
As the elevator shut behind me and in that moment of silence, I popped up and said "man, I had a rough night last night." One of the young men said "yes sir, it appears you did and we did too" I said, "I partied really hard last night" and they agreed. I followed up with "that 2-year-old birthday party just flat wore me out!" Needless to say we all stepped off the elevator laughing!
Somebody else I know had a good, hard laugh too but about a totally different matter. A lady I know took her son into a local store to do some shopping. I will call him Bill, John, no…let's call him Haden for this story. Haden is taking self defense lessons and he was in the store trying out his new moves. Air moves, if you will. Stuff all us guys do. Kicks, punches, chops at things and into thin air. Seems Haden kicked at the shopping basket and got his foot stuck about waist high in the basket. While Haden stood there on one leg stuck in the basket, his mom was laughing so hard she had a hard time helping him overcome his predicament. So much for karate lessons! Rule one. Do not kicky at basky while shoppy with mommy!
I want to tell my son Happy 30th birthday! I love you!