May 11, 2008

• Friday night I went to play cards with a guy I work with, some of you might remember him as the Christian dude who sometimes dresses like me. Or, sometimes I dress like him. I dunno, either way we sometimes unintentionally wear the same clothes. Nevertheless, his birthday is May 11 so he had a card game at his house on Friday night. We played dealer’s choice and much to my surprise, I did pretty good winning $35. In fact, I was the “big winner”; in other words I won more than anybody else. Since I had gone out the night before, I was kinda tired by midnight and also just kinda sick of playing. So, I went home.

  Yesterday I got my oil changed. I love going to Jiffy Lube, they always seem to have the hottest guys working there. As it turned out though, they got a whole bunch of new employees and none of them were hot. As if that wasn’t bad enough, they also didn’t seem to be very good at their jobs either. For example, when I pulled into the garage, my car sat for about 15 minutes and outside of them opening the hood, they did nothing to it. Finally they got started on it and it seemed to take forever for them to not only change my oil but also to rotate my tires. At one point 2 of them debated whether they actually put oil in my car. I always watch my car like a hawk when I get my oil changed, so I knew they had already added it. Next as they were putting my hub caps back on the dude doing it said to another one of the dudes that he heard something on the tire, like some kind of grinding. One of the other guys said that “its not your problem, its probably something with the roader”. They didn’t bother to tell me that though, although my brakes have been making noise and they are probably due for a change.

  Since today is John’s birthday, we decided to play Whirley Ball yesterday. Mark was supposed to come over and he, John and I were going to ride together. At the last second though, John told me that Brian was going to follow us because he did not know how to get there. So, once Mark got here we had to wait on Brian. Finally about 20 after 4, Mark and I decided to leave and have John wait for Brian. While Mark and I zoomed on up to Lombard we listened to the Cubs game. Without getting into details, Mark and I took turns making fun of the Cubs play by play guy, Pat Hughes. Don’t get me wrong, I love Pat Hughes, but yesterday we were being totally juvenile and immature in making fun of him. It was funny as hell though, as we were laughing our asses off the whole way.

  We wound up having 9 people for Whirley Ball, which meant that we were one person short and would have uneven teams. In spite of this, for the most part the games were pretty close. We played 3 20 minute games. Much to my shock somehow I managed to actually score a goal in the first game. See, I suck really really bad at Whirley Ball, so me scoring is kinda like the equivalent of Paris Hilton winning an Oscar. I wound up having the fastest car on the court, which was nice and all but didn’t do a whole lot for me since I suck real bad. By the time the 2nd game finished there were a bunch of middle school kids waiting to play after we were done. I forget why but for some reason John needed to get out of his car before we started the second game. He proceeded to take one step out of the car and fell right the fuck down for not only us to see but also for the group of kids to see. It was funny as hell!

  After Whirley Ball we went to Hooters for dinner. After Hooters, Jt was going to pick up Dave so he could hang with us as well, we just didn’t know where we were going to go. I suggested Brunswick Zone since it was closer to where Dave lives and since Jt had to go that way anyways, it would work for everybody. Plus, there is a very nice bar inside there complete with darts and pool. As it turned out, our cousin Tony (not my older cousin Tony who is friends with John, but my other younger cousin Tony who sometimes goes up to Clem’s) works there. Now I’m always weary about some of the stuff he says because to be honest, I think he is full of shit sometimes as he sets off my bullshit detector. I should explain how he is related to us. He is actually our second cousin, his grandpa was my dad’s brother. Anywho, he claims that his oldest uncle (my dad’s brother’s son) is not actually my uncle’s son. He said that my uncle was lost at sea during WWII and presumed dead, so after a few years his wife moved on and got knocked up by another man. During the pregnancy he reemerged and she dumped her new man in favor of him. My bullshit dectector was going off like crazy during all of this; it just sounds too crazy and far fetched to be true. Unfortunately my dad, his brother and his brother’s wife are all dead. I guess I will just have to ask my dad’s last living brother to see if he knows if its true.

  Everybody was wimpy yesterday as they were all gone by 11, leaving John, Dave and I to play one last game of darts. Dave was trying to talk me into going to the casino, but I was not interested because I had lost so much money gambling last weekend. On the other hand, I always go the casino to play my mother’s favorite slots on Mother’s Day. John had no interest in going to the casino. Dave was hungry and I was trying to talk him into going to Denny’s instead. So we dropped John off at home and I headed in the direction of Denny’s. I must have made a wrong turn or 10 and wound up at the casino, a mere 30 minute drive in the complete opposite direction of Denny’s. Nevertheless, I lost again.

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