July 4th Weekend - Saturday
Tuesday, July 05, 2005The morning started with being woken up by a small, black, adorable furball named Kia. Kia is the name I would have been given had I been born girly instead of guyly, but is now the name of my Parents cat. Apparently my old bed there, is now HER bed. That and she like to lay in the window sills of my room. I will have pictures. Cute cat, but not at 7:30am on a Saturday after a night of drinking. I did get back to sleep though.
Got up eventually and then had The Mom drop me off at the park where Rhythm and Booms was being held. I put down a couple blankets to save us a good spot and then headed out to meet up with The Best Friend at a house of his friend's.
Best friend tells me it's a short walk from the park, so I walk out along the street he told me to. Short walk to me is 5-10 minutes. This walk was 25. At my typical walking pace, that put it a little over a mile away. Luckily, there was free Hieneken waiting for me.
After a few beers there and meeting up with another friend Bazy, we walked back to the park to hit the two Beer Tents and see if we could find any other people we knew. Best Friend and Bazy knew a few of the guys working the Amored trucks they were collecting money in, so we teased them with beer they couldn't drink :O)
Eventually we wandered back to the not-so-close friend's house for some free brats and other food. Had a few more beers and headed back to the park to meet up with The Parents, one of my Mom's Coworkers and kids, and Best Friend's sister and kids.
This is where I get a good story, that's not really a good story ;O) this one cute Blonde that was there, was ALL over me. Got Piggy back rides, Sat on my lap for the fireworks and liked me so much that she told me I needed to move back there... To be her babysitter! Mom's Coworker's kid was one little firecracker. After I let her climb on my shoulders to look around (which she said was a welcome change from her dad, who's 6'9") she grabbed my head and and yelled "GIDDY Up Horsey!!." Now add about 20 years to her age, and that starts hitting borderline fantasy. She told me all about her two boyfriends. Boyfriends? She's 6. Aren't boys still supposed to have cooties at that age? Her parents have already said that once she hits adolescence, their Padalocking her door. Fun kid though!
Anyway, after making a new little friend I decided it was time to go make some adult ones. Beer garden trip 3 was in order. Met up with Best friend and the other people I knew there, then spotted a girl I met in College who also happened to be from Madison. She'd put on some weight since college, but still kinda cute, her friend though was damn hot. Some of the best eyes I've seen on a girl. Later, she had a few more friends meet up with her and it turns out they live up here in the Cities! Both of the other friends were lookers too. One was quite hot, the other more cute, but had reddish hair, so it's a wash ;O) For lack of a better theism to call them, I'll say they're Hot Beer tent girl and Cute Beer Tent Girl. Anyway Hot BTG asked if I went out much, and I said "I try to!" So she decided it would be fun to have some people to go out with up in the cities and said I should give her a call and gave me her number.
The conversations were soon interrupted by the roar of 4 F-16s flying 800ft overhead with full afterburners signaling it was getting to be time for the fireworks.
So the rest of the crew and I settled in to watch the show. Like usual the fireworks were cool, didn't get to hear the music much, because apparently The Dad decided it would be nice to have a 3rd portable radio at work so we didn't have one to hear the show from well. That man doesn't think past himself much... Anyway, the finale wasn't quite as impressive as it was in years past, but it was still good. I have the impression that there were a couple banks of fireworks that didn't go off like they were supposed to. They also had the lady who sang before the fireworks come out and sing a couple more patriotic songs and shot off some fireworks to that, but after the finale it seemed rather piddly. They definitely should have ordered that differently.
Anyway, it was still cool though.
Called it a night after that. 10 hours of drinking, bright sun, and carrying a 6 year old around will wear ya out. I think if parent out there want to lose the baby/sympathy weight, don't buy a stroller. That's a good workout. Luckily MC Kid couldn't lift me, or she probably would have taken me with later. heh.
Gotta love getting digits from a girl in the cities while I'm visiting a different state though!
posted by Chief Slacker @ 10:34 AM,
6 Comments:
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At Tue Jul 05, 02:57:00 PM,
Becki said...
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Is it legal to take that much pimpness across state lines?
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At Tue Jul 05, 03:26:00 PM,
Chief Slacker said...
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I once hauld all of that AND two kegs over from WI for a party in MN ;O)
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At Wed Jul 06, 11:53:00 AM,
Becki said...
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Wow...you're like a pimp smuggler. OK I couldn't even type that with a straight face...I was all giggling to myself like a crazy girl while I typed that.
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At Wed Jul 06, 12:05:00 PM,
Chief Slacker said...
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That's me, the smugglin' pimp. I got what you need ;O)
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At Wed Jul 06, 12:08:00 PM,
Becki said...
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Great. Now I've got ODB in my head.
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At Wed Jul 06, 12:19:00 PM,
Becki said...
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I could try changing the words. It doesn't sound the same in my head when I substitute slacker for dirty though. And since I only know the chorus to one song I don't have alot of room for variety here. Maybe slackie!