Just like on the tee-vee.
Huh.
Here is to the weekend, I guess. MacKinney's truck packed on Friday, I got out of work a wee bit early and met him at his office with a sack of Scrubway. After eating, and in the wait for his completion of workly duties, I got a call from Kari. Choked up, she tried to explain to me that she doesn't think she is coming back from New York. After a short discussion, and a mention of bad timing, as MacKinney and I were about to leave for the road trip, I asked that she consider over the weekend as we could discuss it at length upon my return, Sunday. What was, was, and MacKinney and I hit the road to Cross Lake, by Brainerd, for Corey's bachelor party.
The weekend was a heck of a time. Beer and whiskey a-plenty, there was an embarrassing amount of fart-lighting, and raiding invisible pirates in the lake with Brian Larson's beautiful potato cannon that his retired father had constructed. Speaking of Brian Larson, good guy. Singing in a band called "Seconds Before". Talented stuff, but not of my preference.
Friday and Saturday oozed wonderfully, and I woke up to a lengthy voicemail from Kari on Sunday late morning. To paraphrase, she has made a final decision on the crack, and has been trying to break up with me for some time. She wasn't concerned with losing me as a boyfriend, she was just concerned about losing me as a best friend.
Well, the bird has flown an' the water sits, still. Thank the bleeding jeebus that I personally signed a no-drama no-angst pledge. That doesn't mean that long, long weeks aren't coming, though.
'least I still have...
-Brenn
hadesraze-at-hadesraze.com
aim: hadesraze
yim: hadesrazeus
Here is to the weekend, I guess. MacKinney's truck packed on Friday, I got out of work a wee bit early and met him at his office with a sack of Scrubway. After eating, and in the wait for his completion of workly duties, I got a call from Kari. Choked up, she tried to explain to me that she doesn't think she is coming back from New York. After a short discussion, and a mention of bad timing, as MacKinney and I were about to leave for the road trip, I asked that she consider over the weekend as we could discuss it at length upon my return, Sunday. What was, was, and MacKinney and I hit the road to Cross Lake, by Brainerd, for Corey's bachelor party.
The weekend was a heck of a time. Beer and whiskey a-plenty, there was an embarrassing amount of fart-lighting, and raiding invisible pirates in the lake with Brian Larson's beautiful potato cannon that his retired father had constructed. Speaking of Brian Larson, good guy. Singing in a band called "Seconds Before". Talented stuff, but not of my preference.
Friday and Saturday oozed wonderfully, and I woke up to a lengthy voicemail from Kari on Sunday late morning. To paraphrase, she has made a final decision on the crack, and has been trying to break up with me for some time. She wasn't concerned with losing me as a boyfriend, she was just concerned about losing me as a best friend.
Well, the bird has flown an' the water sits, still. Thank the bleeding jeebus that I personally signed a no-drama no-angst pledge. That doesn't mean that long, long weeks aren't coming, though.
'least I still have...
-Brenn
hadesraze-at-hadesraze.com
aim: hadesraze
yim: hadesrazeus
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