That weekend fit into the category of “hit it hard early and then hunker down.”  We started things off on Friday by going out with a bunch of youngsters on a party bus.  Seriously.  Our friend Brooke is headed off to grad school in Texas so her friends got the bus to throw a going away party.  The whole deal sounded sketchy enough, and then I looked closer at the invitation and noticed the fun didn’t even start until 8:00.  Given that is about an hour before my bedtime (maybe an hour and a half on a Friday) the evening had all the makings of a train wreck.  But, against our better judgement, we found ourselves on a bus with a bunch of 25-year-olds heading to Lawrence, KS.  Luckily they behaved OK, we only had to put two of them in time-out and threatened to pull the bus over once.  Mostly they just sat in their seats and listened to their crazy loud music, while we sat up front and talked to the bus driver about the impending Medicare & Social Security changes.  When we got to Lawrence we spent several hours at “The Wheel,” which I found to be a quite suitable place for me.  After that we piled back on the bus and headed back to KC.  I thought we hung in with the children pretty well, I considered the evening something of a success.  Then we found out the bus was headed to the Brooksider to continue the party.  We waited until it slowed down for a stoplight at Wornall & Gregory and jumped out a window, then walked home.  Didn’t want to push our luck.

Saturday morning I met Munkirs at the Downtown Airport to do some more bike riding.  We upped our mileage one extra lap from last weekend, which put us at just under 20 miles.  (Well I did just under 20;  Munkirs circled the parking lot until his odometer read the full two-zero.)  After that little spurt of exercise, I spent the rest of the day at The Well in Waldo, sitting on their deck with Martin & Brice.  A fine way to waste a sunny Saturday afternoon.  After that I headed home to find that Donette had picked up a couple of nice strip steaks for dinner.  After several weeks of trouble-shooting, we finally got our gas grill operational and were ready to give it a try.  (Turned out it was out of propane.)  We enjoyed a nice steak dinner and that pretty much wrapped up Saturday.

Sunday we got off to a slow start.  Got sucked in by that dang ol’ Internet again, and the next thing we knew it was 1:00 in the afternoon.  We didn’t want to waste the entire day, so we headed outside for a few hours of yard work.  Got the bushes all trimmed up and cut the stupid lawn for the fourth time already.  I kind of felt like I’d earned some leisure time after that, so I spent the rest of the afternoon with “the boys” down at the Brooksider while Donette joined “the girls” down the street at Jalapenos.  They had the TV’s going out on the deck so I watched the Royals game and enjoyed the fine weather.  For dinner we had hotdogs, which was about as surreal as the bus ride to Lawrence.  Seriously, when was the last time anybody had hotdogs for dinner?  Must not have bothered me too much, I had three of them.  After dinner I “watched” some bad Jean Claude Van Damme flick.  (As if there is another kind of Van Damme movie.)  I vaguely remember some guy getting killed in the first few minutes, and then I woke up and the credits were rolling.  Oh well, probably didn’t miss much.