Weekend Tales

This past weekend was the celebration of out great nations independence. How better to celebrate than to do what our ancestors did so well....BOOSE! (I'm German) I had the weekend off work and Monday of course, and anticipating a rough night I went ahead and took Tuesday off for the purpose of recovery. (Which turned out to be a smart move). Saturday through Monday was pretty much like any other summer weekend. Wake up, get an early start on the day with a vodka and OJ then head off to the pool where the drinking commences until nightfall and even later. Wake up, start over again. Monday night came, we had started the day with some shopping for pool toys and festive wear then headed over to Pappasitos for some Jose Cuevro Gold Margaritas and beer. A friend joined the four of us already there and bet us that there was no way we would make it to the Keith Anderson concert and firework display that was scheduled for the evening. The bet was $500. If you knew the two girls I was with, you would have known that there pass out point was early. On Sunday, we woke up and started boozin. They both had passed out by noon, woke up and started again. A term we have deemed "the double header". So, Monday went on, our friend Eli who placed the bet had decided to spend the day with us to make sure who won the bet. It was getting rough. We never stopped drinking, simply went about our day like it was still Saturday. 8 o'clock rolls around and we're still functional (somewhat) at least enough to get in the car (WITH BIG BLUE) [See previous post on who big blue is]. We make it out to Lewisville and to the sight of the concert. The fireworks start going, worst show I have ever seen. Our two girl friends had wondered off to find the concert. I gave them my camera to take pictures of the new country star. They had taken a phone to track us when they wanted to come back. I began sending text messages when I could no longer hear the music. I got no response. A short time later they come stumbling back, a little drool on the chin (due to the sight of Keith Anderson [the singer]). The phone used to keep in touch with us came back in several pieces. Turns out, there was a VIP section of this concert and my friends thought that was crap. So, as one girl distracted the guard of the area, the other climbed over, then switched places so the other could get in. In the process of climbing over the fenced off area, the phone had fallen to its death. Per the girls, it was well worth it. We all made it home safely, though few of us actually remember. It was a great weekend.