Lame. Next.

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Here I am hung over and waiting for the "terminally late Saturday breakfast date" to arrive and thought time would pass more smoothly while sharing a few quips with the tens of you out there reading. 

The first picture up there is from Greenfield, Iowa during RAGBRAI 2009. What is a "RAGBRAI" you ask?  Ragbrai is a conglomeration of around 15,000 bicyclists of varying skill levels, sobriety, and intelligence crossing iowa during the course of one fun filled (and this year, VERY hilly) week i.  People travel from as far as Australia, England, New Zealand, and Portugal to dip their tires in the Missouri River, then the Mighty Mississippi one week later.  I have to say it is an amazing time and if you are into this sort of thing you owe it to yourself to give it a shot.  Enough about what it is and on to the original point...

   ...this camp site picture is the scene of my last night on the 'Brai.  This night included binge eating, no drinking (shocker), a run in with/sighting of the Mysterious Majical Hurleys, lots of rain, and one nasty accident.  What accident?  Well, a few of the local teens procured a golf cart for a joy ride and thought it would be fun to chase one of their friends while he was running down the street.  The runner lost his footing, fell on top of a recumbent parked by a curb, and was run over by the golf cart full of formerly fun loving teenage joy-riders.  I walked up to this scene while returning to camp from the town square.  The crime scene was full of gawkers, self proclaimed medics, an ambulance, all 3 Greenfield P.D. cars, concerned neighbors, one 12 year old girl (cart driver) and one teen boy with a very nasty broken leg. Oh. And One golf cart with a flat tire which was still sitting crippled on the side of the road as we packed up and rolled out of town the next morning.

The next picture is of some funny Vegetable Nigiri Sushi I made myself for lunch one day.  Not much of a story on that one.

Until next time...

Mom Would Be Proud

Yesterday was Dad's extreme drinking birthday bike ride rally bash.  It was fun.  Not so fun today. 

I could use some Nigiri Pizza.

Foghat is officially bad ass.

So, dad is drunk at 9:13 on a Monday night. Had a great day of pizza buffets and pool games and margaritas and old style and pbr.  Mom and I did some cleaning and polishing of the fridge beer stock.  Listened to Budgie, Buckingham/Nicks, Rod Stewart (???), and then it came down to Twisted Sister Vs. Foghat.  Foghat won in a pinch hitting battle of drunken memories of times past. Holy shit. Totally rocked my world as we talked of the past and I trailed off thinking of the flat on my Peugeot which needs fixing before Wednesday's big DID birthday bash bike ride. 

Wait. Mom just put on Black Sabbath Vol 4, Snowblind. Gotta go.

Register

Yes indeed. It is official. Dad Is Drunk is in action. There is another DID whom registered in 2007 with my name and left one stinking post. lame. never updated. nothing. This person should rot, or maybe he is at the great Texas Hold Em game in the sky. visit this dipstick (proper texas insult) at dadisdrunk.blogspot.com and leave him some comments as to how good of a blog name he nearly ruined.

Love,
Dad