Man you can keep this weather.  I am dragging.  It is just inhumanly hot out there.  Even my morning walks with the dog are barely tolerable, and that’s at 5:30 in the morning.  Oh well, that’s what air conditioning is for I guess.

Well that weekend didn’t really go as scripted, but then when does it ever.  We had plans to kick things off Friday night by going and watching the free B-52’s concert out at Legends shopping center, wherever the heck that is.  Donette had some kind of psuedo-work function in the late afternoon though, so we didn’t even leave the house until 7:30 or so.  By the time we made the roughly 100 mile journey to the show, it was over.  Nice.  It wasn’t a wasted trip though;  My buddy Rick of Red Buffalo BBQ was competing in a ‘Que contest at Cabelas, so I just hung out with him all night while Donette, Ed and Kim hooked up with a bunch of people over at Yard House.  I had a good time watching the bbq team work, I wish our merry band of slackers would have got in this contest.  Rick ended up taking second place in ribs, congrats!!

Saturday is a bit of a sore subject, but I guess I’m obligated to summarize it anyway.  After the week I had at work, I had grand visions of just partying the entire weekend to wind down.  I started the day right by whipping up some biscuits and gravy to give me a little energy, and then took my coffee upstairs to read the paper and surf the web a bit.   I don’t know what the heck happened from there.  I vaguely recall Donette saying she was going to the pool, and the next thing I knew she was back home from the pool and telling me it was time to get ready for dinner.  I’d punched some kind of hole in the space-time continuum and ended up sitting in front of the computer in my pj’s for the entire day.  A perfectly good Saturday flushed down the crapper, and I was none too happy about it.  But, there wasn’t much to do about it except complain, which I did in large quantity.  After coming to grips with the fact that my day was gone, I rebounded a bit and we headed out to meet the Munkirs at Bonefish Grill for dinner.  We were joined by the Scottens and Belanger too, so we had a table full.  Despite the treacherous drive out there, and the less-than-ideal location in general, it was a fine meal.  After dinner we went even further south to Munkirs house and hung out for a while.  We rested up and digested for a few hours and then trekked back to midtown, eager to return to the land of sane drivers and paved streets.  Kudos to the Munkirs clan for putting together such a festive event though, even if it WAS in Kansas.

Sunday, against all odds, I headed BACK to Kansas.  Now that’s just plain wacky.  I met up with Martin and Brice over at Fahlstroms house to do a little barbecueing.  Even though Joe is technically not on the team anymore, we let him participate anyway, since it was his house and his smoker and all.  Plus, we needed a fourth for cards, so everything worked out OK.  Pretty much the entire day was spent playing cards and tending the smoker, which just really isn’t a bad way to spend a day.  Martin and I did some baby back ribs, Bob did a pork butt, and Joe mixed it up a little with a leg of lamb and some chicken wings.  (Lamb??!!)  Donette, Kelly and Todd came over and helped us eat all that.  We didn’t finish it all, but made a serious dent in it.  After the feed-fest we headed back to our house for the weekly Entourage event, and that was it.  Weekend over.  (Oh, and by the way, Martin and I thoroughly thrashed Bob and Joe at the card table.  Thoroughly.)