7/8/08

BOOM

That weekend blurred into three days of eating charred flesh, drinking cheap beer out of ice-wet cans, and playing with fire and gunpowder. Now, let me tell you, these are easily some of my favorite things to do in a group. Ribs? Yes. Burgers? Of course. Pabst? Any time. Roman candles? Hand 'em here. But somewhere around the 40th hour, I hit a wall.

No, not literally.

I poured out the keg beer I was gulping, ate the last bite of my chicken wing, and went home to sleep for 10 hours solid. Of course, that just means I was rested and ready for the bring-your-own-pool party the next afternoon.

You know, I am actually a shy, introverted guy who loves quiet and can easily be alone even in a big crowd. However, my lifestyle belies this. That's okay. I like contradiction.

4 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

"You know, I am actually a shy, introverted guy who loves quiet and can easily be alone even in a big crowd."
What???!!!
Are you sure?

downtown guy said...

Well, I was as a kid, anyway.

B.E. Earl said...

Nothing better than an ice-cold can of PBR.

Well...I might be able to think of a few things, but it's still damn good.

downtown guy said...

One of life's simple pleasures.