That was a pretty crazy weekend, at least as weekends go for me.  Friday I can’t even really remember what we did.  I am relatively certain we were at the Brooksider early in the evening.  I don’t remember anything in particular that verifies that, I’m just going with the odds.  At some point we decided we didn’t want to go back to our house.  Again, the decision process that led up to this is fuzzy;  I just can’t really remember that far back.  At any rate, we ended up staying in a room down on the Plaza.  Sort of a little mini-vacation if you will.  Very mini, considering it’s only four miles from our house.  Seemed like the thing to do at the time I guess.

Saturday we started the day off with breakfast at Eggct, my latest favorite place.  Donette’s parents met us there for an early Father’s Day celebration.  Great idea, but it didn’t work out for me;  I got paged before I could even order my omelet.  So, I hopped in the car and headed back to our room, and everybody else ate some tasty breakfast.  I’ve been cheated.  (Actually they got me a plate to go and it was solid.)  After breakfast we decided to take a stroll around the Plaza.  It actually is kind of like a pseudo-vacation spot because we don’t really go down there very often.  Things went bad while I was in Diebels though.  I was wandering around in their huge humidor for like 20 minutes, and when I came back out there was a monsoon developing outside.  We almost had to hunker down there, but we decided to make a dash and (barely) made it to the Falloon.  I thought that would be an ideal place to ride out the storm, but as soon as it hit the TV’s and music went out, leaving the place rather…  “quiet.”  Oh well.  We enjoyed a light lunch, and by that time the rain had passed.  Still not quite ready to go home, we went downtown for a while.  Eventually we wound our way back to Brookside.  Grilled some chicken kebabs for dinner and listened to the Royals game on the back porch;  Entertainment enough for me.

Sunday I went on a rather nice bike ride with Martin & Munkirs.  We had kicked around the idea of going on the City of Fountains Tour all week, and finally decided to just make it a last-minute call.  As it turned out, all three of us showed up.  The route options were a bit confusing.  That seemed to be the case for everybody, not just us.  We ended up stringing together a few routes and got in 30 miles.  (By “we” I mean James, Chris & I;  We rode by ourselves the majority of the trip.)  It was a good ride, although we had to spend a considerable amount of time waiting on Chris.  We weren’t in a hurry to get anywhere so that was OK.  No man left behind, just like when he waited for me on our Katy Trail ride several years ago.  After the ride I spent the rest of the day trying to amuse myself between intermittent pages from work.  I still maintain I am flat too old to be oncall, but I’m not getting a lot of support on that theory.  I watched a good part of the Royals game down at the Brooksider over a tasty tuna salad sandwich, then a little more work, then grilled up some burgers for dinner.  After dinner we were gonna watch a movie but decided I’d just fall asleep anyway, so I played Wii instead and then called it a weekend.