holiday party blowout
Friday, my front end was trying to hop off its chassis and I took a loop around the lake (about 3mi) before realizing my passenger tire had blown out. It was shredded, smoking and generally over being a viable tool of transport.
This was made worse by spending $700+ the day before replacing the front axle, the starter and getting the oil changed for a long drive to northeastern, WI. Obviously, we were forced to take Girlfriend’s car (doing that far too much of late).
Why would an upwardly-stalled, handsome gent like myself head to such a place, you ask yourself over an espresso while listening to the Current? Blood’s thicker than the fear of my near-rural roots, I guess.
The food (especially a batch of meatballs) was good, the bingo was intense and I learned another game I’m not very good at. Shut the Box is probably more entertaining when you have three boxes going with thirty people but you can read the rules here and even play a simple version online here. (You’re welcome.)
While playing, I gave my sister some advice. I told her to “suck less.” This grew into a life philosophy, as things do. This morning, after an epiphany or sorts (a mind wanders while waiting at Discount Tire), I realized where I heard that first (because I have no original thoughts).
Here goes: