Thursday and Friday Night Funnies

I am back. I have to say this, not about the weekend that was, as that was stressful in a way, but Thursday night I was out with some of the old Frat boys. It was rather fun. Willie was in fine form, as usual. WO was waiting as he had to venture south, though we were decidedly midtown.

We went to the Miller Tavern. I had not been there since the place was renovated and turned into a more upscale establishment. The last time I was there was in the mid 80s and it was the Jolly Miller, a rat hole place to drink, drink, drink until you stink, stink, stink. The beer was cheap and flowed. It had to, so that it could be used to dilute the puke and piss that was on the floor. Well, it was dark and I am only going by memory of the smells of the place. It was kind of a scary place to be, without being downtown. Skiddly, as well. It was great in a strange sense.

Now, it is quite nice. Renovated. The smells seem to have been removed. It was a pleasant evening of reverie and light drinking. I have to say that Stu pussied out of the evening. I mean, I know he is busy with work, but I think July's get together frightened him. I think he is afraid of Willie.

I think he is afraid of the fact that he cannot handle the pressure of having married guys want to live vicariously, sexually speaking, through him. I do not know. He is a good guy and his conversation was missed.

That is all. I do have some grand stuff written down waiting to be turned into gold. It will happen.

I have to say this about the Outlaws. It was a real annoying Friday night dinner. My father in law was in fine form. I think he deserved a good shot from a taser, myself. The Wife's aunt, uncle, cousin and cousin's kids (3 years and 2 months old) were over for dinner (they brought it). The cousin asked her 3 year old if she wanted "Uncle H." to do his Donald Duck, which sounds remarkably like my father in law just trying to carry on a conversation, but that is just me. She said "no", but my father in law does it anyway. The kid whines and we tell my father in law to stop. He keeps doing it, though.

All you hear is two of the most annoying sounds....a bad Donald Duck imitation and a three year old girl whining to stop. This went on for about fifteen to twenty minutes. At one point, he actually follows the girls (the Wife, her cousin and the daughter) into the kitchen and continues the symphony of annoyance after continually being asked to stop. My mother in law was not amused. She is pissed with him. I think she would smother him in bed if she had the strength, or it is what I would do if she had the strength. I finally had to get up and remove him from the kitchen. Of course, that did not stop the fucking Donald Duck talk.

Then again, the Donald Duck talk is no worse than the gibberish that passes for thoughts coming from him now. Sad...but true.

Well, that is my story for now. Ciao!