As I left the house today, I felt that funny feeling when you know you’ve forgotten something, but just can’t place what it is. I had the iPod for the tunes, an apple for the road, and I skipped grabbing something for lunch on purpose. There’s no dog to let outside, it was late enough that no lights were left on, so I hopped in the car and drove off in search of Starbucks and the fine Pike Place Roast, with three shots of hazelnut (regular, not sugar-free, thank you).
By the way, I have a new-found… well, just found, I guess, since I never really had Starbucks before the New York trip… anyway, new-found love for Starbucks because the coffee I get here in the thriving metropolis that is Dearborn tastes just as good as that small-town New York stuff, if you can find it there, of course.
Friday night was the monthly steak roast that a few of us go to. It’s a good time, as we drink, cook our own steaks on a gihugeous grill, and spew all sorts of bullshit that guys tend to do from time to time. Up until a couple years ago, we were also able to bring our shotguns and shoot trap as well, but some idiot got drunk and stupid and their insurance premiums went through the roof. Therefore, we’re not allowed to shoot anymore, and apparently drinking is way more important than shooting to the old fools who run the place, as they seemingly won’t even entertain the idea of banning the alcohol and allowing the guns instead. Based on the physiques most of these guys have, I can’t say I’m at all surprised.
I’m getting old myself, I’d say. We decided what we wanted to do was go to a bar where we could watch the Pistons (lose) and stay pretty low-key. We shot some pool, were ridiculed by the waitstaff for some light beer we ordered (started with an L, I think, and tasted exactly as she described - like water), and watched the Pistons lay an egg.
A sidenote - I tried a Heineken Light. It tasted like shit.
I recovered on Saturday, and Sunday got to break out the chainsaw. It was out of gas, but those things run on testosterone anyway, so I was good. :) The Shoo and I washed the car and the boys played in the water for about three hours before we all ended up in the house, exhausted and scrambling for dinner.
Today, as I left, I realized how long of a weekend it had been, as my ID badge seemed foreign and rather unnecessary. I grabbed it and my car key, my watch and my ring, my iPods and apple, and the newspaper as I backed out of the driveway. It got to be about 8:30 so I decided to make my morning call home to see how everything was and I reached for my phone.
It was then that I realized what I’d forgotten.
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