Fun Fun Fun

I am back. This will be quick. I do not recall much of my weekend. There was booze at the Outlaws. We cracked open yet another bottle of old Courvoissier (however you spell it). I needed it. It was not that my father in law was in rare form. I just needed the brain lubrication. I did not like hanging with the Outlaws when I was sober before the illnesses and stuff, so why should this be any different.

They had a "new" weekend live in. The usual one had another engagement. She introduces the Lad to the new one with the wrong name. Then my father in law calls the Lad the wrong name (he does it constantly, he is not far off, but he is still wrong). I turn to the Lad and then ask him his name. I am starting to think that we named him incorrectly.

We got to get out of there just after 8. The Outlaws now go to bed between 7 and 8. How sad is that? I just do not get it. There is life to be lived, with a finite time that is pretty known, yet there is this insistance of "waiting" for things to happen. They must make them happen. Well, not my father in law, since he never reallyh did that and won't now.

I am done for today. It was a pretty useless post, but I have been busy, so what can I say. Ciao!