If there are a few of you out there who read that title and instantly thought of that awesomely bad song by Europe, I won't hold it against you... In fact, you just earned a few extra cool points in my book for knowing your awesomely bad music!
But no, this is not a post about the highly addictive yet truly bad for you music of the mid-1980's. (Some of that stuff really is like crack!) No this post is about something FARRRRRRR more important and culturally significant.
Think of this post as an appetizer. It's just a little something to whet your appetite and get you all good and salivated for the arrival of a post that several of you long-term readers have come to love and anticipate every summer. And you guessed it, it's that time of year!
Yes, that's right folks, we are in the final days before the annual family reunion.
This year we will once again be having the annual drunken roast known as my family reunion at a ranch conveniently out in the back woods somewhere here in the midwest. Some of you might think that having this thing in the back woods of the midwest would make it inconvenient. Nothing could be further from the truth. Yeah driving out there is a bitch, but once you're there, you don't have to worry about pesky things like neighbors, or police enforcing laws that apply to things like noise violations or underage drinking. (No, I don't advocate or encourage underage drinking, but I can't be responsible for what some adult members of the family allow their children to do at this annual event... And I don't have to remind you that I am of legal age.)
So anyway... Those of you who have been around for a while know that this is a big deal, and that there are always large numbers of pictures complete with stories from the event... And who doesn't love that?
But we're only an hour from Wednesday morning, and I leave work early on Friday afternoon to get a jump on the festivities. It will be choice! And this year promises to deliver the normal levels of drunken hilarity, debauchery, (though hopefully not debauchery of the sexual variety, as this IS a family event, and we're not down with that in my family,) and general amusement.
So we're down to roughly two and a half days before the amusements begin! And of course I'll be back on Sunday evening to recount everything for you, provided I'm not face down, dead on the sand volleyball court of alcohol poisoning.
You're chomping at the bit now, aren't you!?!
Good! That's how it ought to be!