The first rule of fight club is "you do not talk about fight club"........

Another weekend bites the dust. Here’s the usual recap as I was too busy to blog any of the days.

Friday: I took a half-day at work to get back to St. John to pack my stuff, yet again, to move to Indy. Luckily, it was a thousand degrees outside so that made packing more enjoyable. I rented a tow haul as well to pull my car back to Indy. Yeah, talk about making 3 right turns to make a left cause I was not going to attempt reverse with that thing. I did a once around in the turn-about near my folks home and parked facing the direction I’d be heading in the morning. Since I finally got a real paycheck, I took my folks to dinner to celebrate and to celebrate Father’s Day since I wouldn’t be in town. We went to this nice log cabin place called “Northwoods”. Our server was sketchy as hell. He introduces himself as Dan even though his “aloha” name sticker says “Pat”. He’s wearing Sylvester Stallone Cobra sunglasses indoors. Freaks, but good food.

Saturday: oh, moving day, how I loathe thee…… Yeah so towing a car isn’t the best of ideas on the highway. The tow haul stated a 45mph limit but the Uhaul rep said I could get that baby up to 65mph on the highway. Every time I made any sudden wiggle movements, the whole contraption would go in to a wiggle harmonic and I’d instantly soil myself. Other highway patrons would give me the stink-eye as they passed. One lady drove almost entirely on the other shoulder as she passed me. I did my best, people!! Again, it was a thousand degrees outside as I approached Indy. I was a one-man wrecking crew. There were a couple near-misses hauling everything up to the 2nd floor but I got it done. On one return trip, I ran into a downstairs neighbor and her dog. Everyone seems to have full size dogs in this complex. Well, this dog took one look at me and I swear I read “delicious meximelt” in its eyes. The ears peeled back and the dog was in attack mode with the owner trying desperately to prevent my demise. Also, on another return trip, I came bounding out of my apartment and scared the crap outta the neighbors from down the hall. I guess they’re not used to seeing half nakid sweaty mexican’s in the hallways. Anywho, I got everything inside and that’s all that matters. My complex has two pools and I was scoping the action while getting my keys, not bad. Hardly any children and most every adult had a can of beer in hand. Unfortunately, most of the girls had a dude with them but that’s cool. As long as there’s eye candy that’s all that matters. After returning all the equipment, I set up my tv (no cable just yet) and put in my OAR concert dvd and cranked the volume. Ben and John came down in the evening ‘cause we had a bachelor party to go to. John was cracking up b/c the only thing in my fridge was a case of Miller Lite long necks. Hey, sometimes, that’s all ya need ;-) Yeah, so bachelor party……..nuff’ said.

Sunday: destroyed is probably the best way to describe me yesterday. I love bachelor parties. I don’t have cable or internet just yet so I was limited to my dvd collection. I went to the Athletic club house to use the computers for internet. There’s a pool, sauna, hot tub there also. Yeah, my apartment complex must have no qualms about adult beverages poolside. All the trash cans were overflowed with beer cans. Awesome. The rest of the day was filled with recovering, unpacking and replenishing bodily fluids. I watched the original “Westside Story” last night. I had to laugh b/c I don’t think gangs and ballet go together in real life. Then, dude kills his girlfriend’s brother and she forgives him b/c he sings a ballad to her. Bonk that noise. Show some loyalty and shiv a mofo.

Well, that’s the weekend in short. I’m officially in Indy now so let the fun begin………