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Tomorrow is payday. I love going to the bar on payday. It just seems right. Nothing beats walking in with a brand new paycheck in hand and asking for their finest brew.

Thanksgiving came and went quickly. I enjoyed my fair share of turkey and family. I tried to bulk up as much as possible for the onset of winter, which came quicker than I think any Minnesotan wanted. It’s here now. Time to change jackets.

I’m a little overly concerned about Christmas gifts this year. Last year Courtney and I went nuts buying people gifts that we liked that we thought others would too. It’s a good way to shop, just look for cool stuff you like and find someone to give it to. But it seems a little passŠ this year. I’m also not one of those people who have all my shopping done in September. I’ve got 4 weeks to get it all done.

If you’re curious what I did this weekend, here’s the Late-Monday afternoon recap:

Friday – After enjoying one-too-many beers at BW3s, Courtney and I invited ourselves over to Chad and Tina’s where we continued to drink the evening away. We played the perfect drinking game called Apples to Apples. It is a simple game, perfect for tom-foolery. After kicking everyone’s ass (okay, I lost big time) we went home.

Saturday – Saw The Incredibles. I was very happy it was more of an adult-ish movie. In between all the laughing, I did take notice of the beautiful new lighting techniques used. Everything looked very three dimensional. Brad Bird did a great job on the movie. And don’t think I didn’t notice Jason Lee as the bad guy.

Sunday – Dad’s birthday celebration. Hung out with the fam, did fam things. I even pelted Drew with a roll at the dinner table. That’ll teach ‘em to invite me to dinner!

After spending every waking moment doing yard work over the last month or so it was nice to have an entire weekend to myself to just relax and turn the brain off for a few hours.

Friday evening we ventured once again to see the wonderful and fabulous Deuces Wild show. The word had gotten out about how sweet these two guys are because the place was packed by 7:30, 2 hours before the show started. We had to watch them from the back of bar for the first half of the show. We were lucky to score some closer seats to enjoy the end of it. I don’t remember much, again, but I did manage to remember to bring my camera this time.

Friday: Saw Deuce’s Wild dueling pianos at Major’s. I’ve seen dueling piano shows before, but these guys take the cake when it comes to crass humor. It was an awesome show. The night ended with an incoherent blathering of good-byes. I lost my voice half way through the show from singing too much.

Saturday: I went shopping for new pants. I came home with a shirt and shoes, but no pants. There must be something wrong with me because I couldn’t find a single store that had a pair that would fit me. Even Target failed to have a single pair of flat front 34×34 pants.

Sunday: Fair Day! w00t! Even though it poured rain for awhile I still had a blast. Sweet Martha’s cookies and toffee nuts are my staples. I’ll have pictures up later of the goats and such.

Monday: Well, I was supposed to work on my yard. But after running 3 1/2 hours worth of errands the best I could muster up to do was dig around a bit in the dirt. I’m still working on spreading out all the rock currently laying in my drive way. The leaves are starting to fall already too, which doubles the time it takes me to mow. Grrrrr.

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Last night, as I was finishing up my last of 6 spicy garlic wings a group of young adults ran up to the table.

“Excuse me, Sir,” they said, “Could we have the bones from your finished wings?”

I gave them a perplexed look, “Sure you can. Do you need all six?” I was in the middle of my last one.

“Yes, we need 12. We got six from another table already.”

“Okay, but why do you want the wings?”

“We’re on a scavenger hunt and we need 12 chicken bones.”

Fair enough, I thought. So I gladly handed over the remains of my dinner and apologized for slobbering all over them.