Look, I'm going away for the weekend to the Mountains. I talked about it in an earlier
post. I go to good old Smethport, PA twice a year with my friends and then again for Deer Season right after Thanksgiving. Deer season is cool, it's a bonding experience with my dad and uncles, but those guys are old, they got old right before I was able to drink legally. I mean, when I first started going Deer Hunting, at the ripe old age of 12 (Damn, 19 years ago, holy fuck I'm getting old), they all went to the bar and shut that fucker down. SHUT IT DOWN! Guess what I was right there with them, so was my brother, two under age kids in a bar until 3:00 AM, fucking awesome. Then they just got old, they'll drink up there, but they will get drunk and have fun one night. Which is alright, I guess I still drink and get drunk up there in Deer Season every night, it rules, I know.
But what? I got off the path I laid down in the first sentence, I'm going to the Mountians for a couple of care free days, grilling, drinking, and competing in various events with my friends. The best part is, when I tell people (family/friends) about what we do, I swear they look at me like I'm crazy. A 30 year old male, and similar aged friends competing against each other for a toy belt, some sweet medals from It's a Celebration, and just bragging rights between good friends. Whatever, I linked the photos on the
page, we have fun and I love it and live for it.
So today is going to suck, I'm just so ready to leave and be there. Away from any worries (I don't really have worries, but you know). And you're all just jealous.
So I'm out on Friday, but no worries, Steely McGnome will have a prediction. Fingers are crossed.