shaked and baked

As in "shaked" = Chris and I not being very sober most of the weekend, and "baked" = waaay too much sun, although neither of us got too crispy and burned on our annual Memorial Day trip to Padre. Much fun was had, although I discovered that drinking 4 Bahama Mamas (yes I know a chick drink but man this little bar on the beach serves 'em up STRONG) and a bunch of beer in the space of 4 hours right when you get there is not very conducive to late night partying, wow I was hurting.

If you read Baldilock's blog, he boasts of being undefeated in Bocce Ball for ONE day...yes, he and Bob-o, our good buddy, beat me and my partner Ken on a last-ditch throw, but I will point out that Bob-o carried Chris on his back for the final rounds and they beat us at the last second on the strength of Bob-Os skill, haha. And make sure to ask Christopher who spanked his butt the day before in Bocce. That's right, yours truly. So it is all even until next year, 1 game apiece.

But the weekend was good, a nice chance to get away and have no real worries other than "where's my sunscreen?" and "why is my beer empty?" for most of the weekend. But I think we're all ready to get back to being on the road, so hey hey I think we're out in Denton at The Garage this weekend (Tyler is next weekend, Chris, doh) so come out and bask in the presence of Oz and Colin and the Bocce Ball Studs, Chris and I.

p.s. don't forget to send Colin some love, apparently he lost by ONE VOTE to Chris, Oz, and I in the 'who's the studliest monkey?' contest. I hear he could use some love (and light oil massages) from the ladies to help soothe and dull his grief =)