Yeah Mofo

Alright, here comes another collection of random thoughts. I promise I'll start organizing my thoughts into a more cohesive arrangement and have some humorous stories. I also have put my trusty digital camera back in the console of my car so I'll have some good picks to go along with some of these random stories. 

So in quick summary, as mentioned in my previous post, I am trapped in suburbia hell. Sure enough, another girl I went to high school with, pregnant with her second, found out today. My cousin who is four years younger than me, baby boy born today. Congrats to Josh by the way. My sunday afternoon consisted of me going to my wife's best friend's one year olds birthday (she four years younger than my wife). See where I am coming from, I'm surrounded by babies so with all that I needed a juvenile weekend which I got...somewhat.

Headed out Friday night to Lake LBJ for a OLD school reunion. This was all the guys that grew up with families who owned lake houses on LBJ. Well, we're down to one family with a house left so about ten of us decided to shack up there and drink some beers and hang out over the weekend. After waiting on my friend Chuck to get here from New Braunfels, and finally getting mad and leaving him (who the hell takes 2.5 hours to make a 45 minute drive) we roll into Marble Falls, Texas. After some serious drinks, I pass out about 11:30...such a wild man I know. So Saturday morning rolls around and I'm good, rested, and ready to drink. Sitting around Saturday afternoon and I look down at my old lakehouse and notice there is a boat tied to my old dock that is sinking and nobody is there. So...drunk good samirtan Chris springs into action. Me and some buddies head down there to rescue the boat. Theres about 10 inches of water in the floor of the boat and the boat probably has another 8 hours before it goes down. So we decide to move it back into the lift and lift it out of the water, goes perfectly, until the several thousand pounds of water overloads the lift and the cables snap sending a large metal pulley flying past my head by mere inches as I ride this boat's swim platform while the boat falls a good two feet. So after spending three hours repairing the lift and getting the water out of the boat, I felt I owed myself some more drinks. After a drink or two, stories about children started flying around. Remember...this was exactly what I went to LBJ to escape and it was thrust in my face that not only do the high school girls have kids, my old beer drinking buddies are talking about daycare and bottle feeding. The half a bottle of vodka combined with the stories got the best of me...I promptly went off on how boring they all are and gave an inspired Marc Antony---esque speech about how we used to all be so cool and now we have been reduced to trained ponies. I made sure to emphasize my point by yelling "mother fucker" at the end of every sentence...or so Im told, I really dont remember my speech. But, we picked it up and met the police on both nights for disturbing the peace even got to meet the chief the last night we were there. I managed to stumble to bed about midnight and woke up a 5:00 AM wanting to die my head hurt so bad. Made it home successfully and went to said 1 year old's birthday party...back to Suburbia.