The beer garden did not meet my very high expectations. It was beer in an open space. Like beer on someone's apartment patio. LAAAAAAAAAME.

The flowers have continued.


My faithful readers know about the digestive aerobics that belong to my dad. He's had mud butt for about 20 years now and the tales of his trails (of the shit persuasion) are legendary in my family and in my circle of friends. Well lately he hasn't been feeling very well and it has stretched beyond his inability to eat anything spicy, fatty or salty.

My dad called me a few nights ago, which he never does. Apparently he went to the doctor several months ago and the disagnosed him with colon cancer. He went back again a few weeks ago and it has spread to his small intestine. It's bad. And he hasn't told my mom or my brother.

I don't like serious things