That was an unusual weekend.  Unusual for me anyway, which means anything outside of going to the Brooksider and watching TV.  A little exercise, a little entertainment…  Weird.  I started off normal enough on Friday, with a trip down to the Brooksider.  I enjoyed the still unseasonably warm weather for a few hours out on the patio, then had some Jalapenos for dinner.  Solid evening in my book.

Saturday morning I lounged around waiting for it to warm up, then Munkirs and I went on a mid-winter bicycle ride.  Two weekend rides in a row during January;  Can’t hardly beat that.  In addition to my new Garmin, this week I tried out my new cycling bibs.  Referred to as my “onesie” by Donette, this well could be the single most unflattering piece of clothing ever developed, even in the cycling realm.  Donette managed to snap one picture of me trying it on, and that will be the last time it ever sees daylight.  OK, just kidding.  As you probably guessed from the hair, that isn’t really me.  I will actually never, ever, ever be seen in mine.  While Munkirs has been known to mow the lawn wearing his, and Martin commonly sports one playing tennis, (with one shoulder off no less,) I am a bit more discreet.  Much like Scotten’s man-girdle, some things just aren’t meant to be seen.  I opt to retreat to the basement, deadbolt the door behind me, throw it on, and then layer as many pieces of clothing on top as possible.  (I originally donned it in the spare bedroom, but I forgot about the full-length mirror in that room.  I inadvertently caught a glimpse of myself wearing the onesie, and that image will haunt me for years.)  Anyway, I must say, it is a quite comfortable garment, if a bit ridiculous looking.  Pile a few jerseys over it, nobody will ever be the wiser.

After that bit of exercise, I picked up Donette and we headed down to Hamburger Mary’s for some bingo.  This is a fund-raising event she is involved with, and it’s a pretty good time.  I even won a game this time!  Her family came down and joined us, as did the Browns.  Bingo wrapped up early, and then we joined the Browns in the adjacent room to hang out for a while.  It seemed a nice, quiet venue;  As a matter of fact, we were the only people in there.  Around nine the waiter dropped by and let us know “The dance club will be starting shortly.”  Mmm hmm.  And start it did.  As Donette and Kevin sat with their backs to the room and carried on their rapid-fire conversation, Carol and I sat in stunned silence watching the scene unfold before us.  I’ll just say…  Well…  We didn’t fit in.  We were there a good hour though, although it seemed more like four.  Hey, everybody needs a place to have a good time.  I can’t even begin to describe the crowd, and it’s probably best I don’t.  Seriously, where do you even buy leather shorts?  (Asks the guy that rode all over town wearing spandex bibs.)  Anyway, head over to their Facebook page if you dare, and check out the “Bear Bust” photo album.  And that’s all I have to say about that.

Sunday we turned it down several notches.  We went and picked up our friend Susan, then joined Donette’s family down at Eggtc for some breakfast.  It was crowded as always, but we didn’t have to wait horribly long despite the size of our group.  With a nice full belly, I headed home to pick up the dog, then went to the nearby high-school to play some ball.  She was in rare form Sunday too;  We played for a solid hour and then I still had to practically drag her home to get her to quit.  Once home though, she wiped out on the couch for the rest of the day.  Seemed like a reasonable idea, so I joined her.