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Monday, April 17, 2006

Lessons from the weekend; Easter Edition


- Don't try to travel on I-95 on a holiday weekend. I have already learned this lesson at various times, but it has been reinforced yet again. Distance from my house to Woodbridge; 35 miles. Hours of my life that I spent traveling this distance on Friday night that I will never get back; 2.

- You can encounter some scary, backwards-ass, yokels if you travel a few hours south of Washington, DC. Seen on the front of a car in Fredericksburg; a very prominent Confederate flag. Seen on the back bumper; a sticker reading "Jesus Loves You". Heritage, not hate.

- A storm hit on Saturday evening just as the Viking Family had finished striping and sanding all the wood on the boat. Being in a sailboat while dime sized hail smacks against the hull is like being inside of a giant popcorn popper.

- Not many people frequent Arby's on Easter Sunday.

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Monday, March 20, 2006

Lessons from the weekend, Saint NCAA Edition


You should learn something new every weekend. This weekend, a weekend filled with college basketball, St. Patrick’s Day, and a visit from Miss Viking; I learned the following things.

- I know nothing about college basketball. In fact, I know less than nothing. If a green space alien crashed his flying saucer into the Earth and in the process sustained a mind liquefying injury he could still fill out an NCAA tourney bracket with more success than I did this year.

- You can go to the bar on drinking holidays and not feel the need to inflict violence on your fellow man. To expand:

St. Patrick’s Day is usually amateur night when it comes to drinking. Being a professional consumer of spirits and hops, I avoid bars as a general rule on St. Paddy’s. If I do go out, I go to a dive bar that is far enough off the beaten track to avoid the influx of idiots that descend on any place that doesn’t appear externally to be out-and-out dangerous. That being said, I spent Paddy’s at a few bars on Capitol Hill this year and was pleasantly surprised by the absence of thrice a year drinkers (Paddy’s, New Year’s, Halloween) spilling their pints down the back of my shirt and hitting me in the face with green beads.

- Men don’t care how idiotic we look a great deal of the time. We’ll happily bring our NCAA tournament brackets to the bar with us, stare intently at them for most of the evening, and then wonder why we didn’t meet any girls.

- Miss Viking is perfectly comfortable ending a bar-going evening at the American Legion post for bourbon and pull tabs. She did need a brief explanation of what a pull tab was, however.

- ‘Da Club’ upstairs at the Hawk and Dove scares me. Not in the, "I’m afraid for my safety", kinda way. It’s more of a, "I weep for our future", deal.

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