Romanes Eunt Domus

Yes, this would be twice in one week

All sorts of stuff happening today.

First – it’s our anniversary. I’d make a joke here about twelve years with She Who Must Be Obeyed, but everybody’s heard those, and they’re pretty lame. Also, She told me not to.

Second – I’m heading up into the wilds of Idaho with my daughter and a hundred other sixth graders for her end-of-the-year field trip. The adults are outnumbered by a large margin, but I doubt any of the children have read Lord Of The Flies yet, so we should be safe.

Anyways, I’m going to spending four days bereft of of the internet's the nurturing warmth, so please don’t invade Iran or impeach the President while I’m gone.

Third Weekend In May

If I had just one wish, I'd wish I were - wait, better use that one for world peace.

Okay, if I had two wishes, I'd wish I were - uhm, I might need that one for any future erectile problems.

So, if I had three wishes, I'd - nope, sorry, I'm saving that one for Feingold in '08.

Alright, maybe wishing isn't going to work. Perhaps I should say, if I were in the area, and had nothing better to do, I sure would like to be back home this weekend. It's Bucking Horse Sale weekend in Miles City, and, while I'm certain none of you have ever heard of it, I've been told that it's world famous.

So what's so cool about the sale? Well, I suppose the sale part is nice, though I've never been to it, and the parade is okay, if you're into parades, but the real draw for the less refined among us has always been the street dances on Friday and Saturday night, which was a great opportunity to get falling down drunk with four or five thousand of your closest friends. They've since lifted the open container laws, as long as you stay inside the four block long "corral", but back in the day everybody that wanted a beer (and everybody wants a beer, right?) were packed nuts to butts in one of the many bars on Main Street.

The best part, for those of us who were 'age-challenged", was the fact that the bartenders were so busy there was no time to check ID's. If you could force your way up to the bar, you'd get served. God help you fell down though - there were pools of urine several inches deep in some of the less savory establishments.

Doesn't it sound great?

Heck, I drank so much one year that I ended up married the next day...