"Americans used to say where there's a will, there's a way. Nowadays, it's where there's a pill, there's a way out." - - Burnt Toast

Monday. . .

After a sloppy Friday on the jobsite, we had hoped to return today to a dry site, but Mama Nature had better ideas yesterday and it rained again. So here we are slipping and sliding around in the mud. Thanks Monday, you doofus.

The weekend held many mysterious moments not the least of which was being propositioned at the watering hole by a. . .well, a thing who offered her naked dancing services for fifty dollars. I counter-offered fifty if she would stop talking to me. It didn't work.

Ultimately, I had to get brown eyes behind the bar to run some interference which was helpful in the end. Thing, whose name I don't recall, finally moved on to greener and drunker pastures.

However, this did not stop the onslaught of drunk and lonely women who questioned why I was sitting at the bar, drinking alone. The answer is complex, but mostly because it is what I choose and desire. In other words, hands off the pony tail and keep the Heineken a comin'!

What is it with these women of degenerate values and low self-esteem? I don't expect to find the next big thing in a dirty bar and needless to say these people of poor reputation are entertaining in their own strange ways, but how in the world do these people function in the real world?

Saturday night I was joined by Big Brain Campbell and that seemed to temper the wandering lusts of the female hordes. He and I had some great discussions about food, politics, women and the finer points of personnel management. We think alike in many aspects and it was nice to have a good friend there to lament life with.

Who knows what this week will bring as life is like the junk bin at the Salvation Army, you never know what you're gonna find, but it sure is fun digging for the treasure covered up by the rejected materialism of the world.

- Sent from my iPhone

Brian C  – (Monday, August 9, 2010 at 3:52:00 PM CST)  

Had a great time. What I remember of it.

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