in brief
short version of the weekend: driving past a great, old-timey krispy kreme sign on the way to my coworker's house friday night. moderate amounts of booze at house (curse you, driving). donuts from said krispy kreme suddenly appearing at coworker's house. me proceeding to eat 2 3/4 of said donuts. pool party. moderate amounts of margaritas at said pool party (curse you, driving!). running, and the continued battle between me wanting to be able to run and keeping my toenail. i know, it's gross.
i may as well include monday night in the weekend roundup, because even though it hasn't happened yet, i think it'll be pretty great. i'm going to dinner with mrs. gray and bubba at joel here in atlanta. this requires some prefacing. mrs. gray is, as many of you know, charles' mother, and is pretty much (along with the rest of charles' family, as crazy and hillybillyish as he keeps telling us the extended portion of the family is) the icing on the cake of having charles as a friend. imagine how generous, fun and laid-back charles is already, and add three more to that, and you have his parents and his sister. (also imagine how much charles likes to drink, and add three more to that, and the equation is pure awesomeness.) they're going to tuscany? why don't you come along! it's sunday? come over for dinner! christmas time? of course you're heading to their renowned christmas party. johanna is graduating in chicago and you're not remotely blood relations? they'll get you a hotel room and take you out for dinner and drinks! so on and so forth. and, of course, if they're in your town for business, they'll obviously be taking you out for a super nice dinner.
then there's bubba. how to describe.
i've had a post a-brewing about bubba for a long time now. he's a dear, sweet, wonderful man, and an old friend of tommy's. i guess the easiest way to explain it is that he's the only friend of tommy's that i've seen naked. he's also the only friend of tommy's that i've seen naked more than once. cause that's just the way he rolls.
the first time i ever saw bubba naked was at my second or third beer day about three years ago. they all blur together now, unfortunately. for those of you who don't know, beer day is a tradition started by tommy and his high school friends their senior year of high school. they were up at deep creek, maryland, doing their senior beach week, and something something, beer day. also, tommy accidentally snorted tequila up his nose into his brain and was mind-blowingly drunk for 15 minutes. also, there was a log. or something. i know, it's quite mythical.
(also, unrelatedly, can we all just look at this photo of tommy and his friends, because, really, his hair is OUT OF CONTROL. and jeff, you look about 12.)
anyways! a friend who shall remain nameless and i headed to bubba's house in arlington where the latest beer day was taking place. the usual was going on - lots of grilling, lots of beer, lots of ridiculous antics. it was, as it always is, great fun. until jul-- oops, the friend who shall remain nameless got so drunk she puked all over the upstairs bathroom and newly-carpeted halls of bubba's parents' house.
yes, it was lovely. i, being quite drunk myself, and a concerned friend, took care of her then started cleaning up everything, because really, what else can you do? and as i was wringing out a washcloth in the bathroom sink, i hear a lilting, sing-song voice, say, "heeeyyyy caaaaaatherrrrrinnne."
as i glance up into the mirror, what else should i see but naked bubba, his hands behind his head, wagging his business for all the world to see. and how else should i react but by saying, "jesus christ," shaking my head, and going back to cleaning up the vomit. because that's bubba. anywhere else what he does might constitute sexual harassment. but with him, it's just his inherent nature. he can no more help showing himself to everybody than a birdie can help trilling in the dawn light.
anyway. i'm looking forward to dinner tomorrow!
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I'll never live that moment down, it is apparently burned forever in the memories of all of those that attended that Beer Day, as Porter made very clear to me at Beer Day Colorado '06. Ah well, perhaps pretending to be proud of that night will make things easier to handle. It will go down in history with the time that I was drunk and under Suzy's bed in college. Though I'm still not sure that that actually happened.
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