I love Sunday's. For some reason it seems like everything comes together like it's supposed to. The only drawback that I can find about Sundays is the fact that at about this time every Sunday (9:30 PST) I start to realize that I have to hit the daily grind for the next five days and funtime is over...
Dammit! Where does the time go?
Went to a 'going away party' for my best friend's younger brother last night. Good times. It was a good turn-out, lot's of chicks, and we played drunken music until two in the morning. I know I tied one on last night because this morning I woke up on the patio couch with a a shitload of itchy bites (fuckin' spiders) and a Coors Light spilled on my crotch. WTF?? Coors Light? Shit! I guess after a few too many shots of Ta-kill-ya, I think I'm a jock or something? Coors Light? I'm sure glad no one was taking pictures, or at least I hope they weren't. Coors Light?
While the hungover folks were trying to recover this morning, I thought I would take Trooper for a walk. Me having two little hellion cats, I forgot how fun it is to take a dog for a walk. Well, who am I trying to kid? It's more like Trooper took me for a walk! He is one badass Dobie! He's on the charge the entire time! I have to lean back with all my weight just to try and slow this guy down! His nails are digging into the sidewalk, and he's on a serious mission to piss on everything even when he's out of ammo. He is hands down the coolest dog I have ever had the pleasure to meet. Z got him when he was two years old, and Trooper and I have been buddies from the start. I only wish he could come camping with us more often...
After the walk and some breakfast, I shot down to my folks' house to make sure that Dad wasn't doing the shit that I knew he was gonna do. Pops isn't happy unless he's working. He was going to mow the lawn and vaccumm the pool for cryin' out loud! Two fucking days after checking out of the ICU! Are you kidding me?
Not on my watch Dad! That's why you have two sons! WTF? Being stubborn and foolish must run in the genes, because I would be doing the same thing. He's actually come to terms with his situation, and I can guarantee you that my Mom is on top of all this shit! Dad isn't going to get away with anything!
I had a great time with my folks today. I hung out with the family 'till about 5:30, shot back to my house, grabbed my rod and tackle (get yer mind out of the gutter, perverts), a six pack o' beer, a fat doob and headed down to SP. Within 10 minutes Z had a nice bass landed. It was bitchen! It's always bitchen seeing a buddy roping a nice fish. Especially when it's launchin' out of the water! One of these times I'm gonna sit there with a beer and my camera and get an action shot.
It's so much fun I can't believe the liberals haven't banned it yet...
I got skunked today, and that's okay. I only lost two swimbaits and I had a blast! More importantly, I caught a great buzz. My day was full circle. What the heck more could I ask for? I love Sundays!
Here's the fish o' the day. Nice bass Z...
This is Trooper the badass devil Dog... He said to say "what's up!"
btw Z, what's up with the tactical fishing shirt and tactical fishing watch? Can you scream, "here we are" any louder?
Pretty stealthy there dude... BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAA!
I love Sundays!