You always think that going to a classic car show is going to be an exciting adventure. There will be all of these old-school automobiles. Maybe I could look at the engine of one? My interest will begin to peak. This will result in looking into some automobiles on the internet – learning the amount of horsepower that the GM Rocket ’74 with bucket seats that have one single seatbelt that goes throughout the whole vehicle. None of this happens. I usually just end up with BBQ sauce spilled on my shirt from some mediocre pulled pork sandwich and a sunburn. I’m happy that my brain didn’t open up to the idea of fantasizing about machines.
Since I was a minimum of 18 years old I’ve had internal conversations with myself of how much I would pay if I could snap my fingers and be on the couch in certain situations. Fairly certain that I’ve gone as high as 5 grand. This happened one day driving back from Ottawa the morning after a Flyers 6-1 playoff loss in a car full of goons that all had minimum 22 draft beers each.
I’m really not sure where your brain goes during trips of a certain length. It’s fairly similar to when Homer’s brain leaves him after he makes a terrible decision and his body just goes on autopilot. Sitting on a plane for more than 12 hours I begin to go insane. “No, I don’t want to watch Dr. Strange again. I’m going to try to sleep with my upper body completely vertical. Oh, my neck is snapped ahead and I’ve drooled on the floor – ok, good! Maybe I will listen to a podcast about the reason that dirt is the colour brown. How much longer until we get there? 9 hours! Where are the sleeping drugs?”
My old man used to play slopitch for a team in Listowel. After the majority of the games, we would go back to his team-mates place that had a pool and go for a swim. This house also had a hot tub which was great. The Smith boys gained a reputation for eating the majority of the chips. I’ve only witnessed my old man getting frustrated one time. Somebody splashed water from the hot tub and it went into a bowl of the ketchup chips. The Smith family piled into the car and went home within the next 17 minutes.
Everyone knew a kid that their eyes would look like a zombie from too much chlorine. Dean, you need to shut your eyes when you go underwater. Also, why are you going under water in a hot tub – this is a terrible decision. They would bash their knee off of the stairs due to being fired up in the hot tub. This would cause tears and then Daryl would also have to exit the hot tub.
There is an antibiotic that helps with chest congestion that also can cause Achilles tendon ruptures if you run too quickly. Rarely am I ever in a situation that I am in full out sprint mode, but if I ruptured my Achilles Tendon playing “F” league slo-pitch I would never be able to look at myself in the mirror again.
Rib Fest is currently happening in Kitchener. This is the prototypical event where you go in red hot. Grab a full plate of ribs, 4 tiny beers (fu**ing hate their stupid cups), giant turkey leg, and 37 napkins. You grab a table with 7 strangers and begin to go to work. After 9 minutes you begin to hear a weird gurgle in your stomach. Shrugging it off as maybe you are still hungry you move on. Then the sweats begin to occur. It doesn’t seem to be that hot. My sweat also has a somewhat weird odor. You spent $40.00 on this food and drink – you need to continue on. Three-quarters of the way through the meal you notice that one of the buttons on your shirt has come undone. It’s time to stop. As you get up from the picnic table you slowly wander toward the exit with both hands on your stomach hoping that this will magically heal your angry body. This is when you think to yourself – what a great Rib Fest, I can’t wait until next year.
Top 3 weird things served with Christmas dinner or around Christmas time.
3) Jello – it runs all over the place when put with hot food. Red mashed potatoes do not look that appetizing.
2) All of those giant nuts – You have to get the nutcracker out only once a year. Make a giant mess and it’s extremely loud. Grandpa shoots you that stare as he’s trying to watch the news. “Kid stop eating walnuts. I’m trying to watch the highlights of the parade down main street.”
1) Christmas Cake – it’s the absolute worst. Let’s make the shi*iest cake (let’s add weird dried fruit to it as well to make it even worse) and serve during the best holiday.