Automotive work
I planned to have a whole series of pictures on how to replace spark plugs and wires, but instead, here’s Chuck washing his hands, looking quite inebriated.
Mi cabeza es en fuego
On Saturday, Chuck came over and we went to several garage sales looking for some replacement golf clubs for me. At the third house we stopped at, I found a 5-PW, custom-made set with graphite shafts for $30. The dude also had a Callaway Big Bertha 9 degree driver for $10, so I threw him two $20s and snatched those up. After coming back to my place to regroup, we hit the driving range. We each got a bucket of over 100 balls and stood out there swinging the wrenches for over an hour.
Driving has always been a problem for me. When I teed up some balls at the range this weekend, I found that I’m able to get up to 250 yards with the Bertha. I can’t wait to try that sucker out on the course… I think it’s going to save me 30 strokes over 18.
For the first time in I don’t know how long, my arms didn’t get sunburnt. However, I shaved my head again on Friday, and for some reason, it was the part of me closest to the sun… uh oh.
After we finished up there, we hit Freebirds, then came back to my house to drink a few beers. After we were good and re-hydrated, we went to the batting cages. I was trying to figure this out earlier… I don’t think I’ve swung at a baseball in 15 years. My body decided to remind me of this fact be aching all over today. My wrists are killing me (golf+batting), my thighs and ass hurt (batting), and to top it all off, I’m tired because this energy drink called “REDLINE” got me all geetered up.
It was a good day.
Golfing
So, I decided to drag Johnson with me to swing the wrenches this weekend. I wanted to hit Bellweed, since that course is so shitty that it doesn’t matter if I carve out huge divets (it’s been 7 years or so since I’ve been on a course), but it looks like that place finally went out of business. So, I turned around and drove to Overton. We arrived about 9:30 am and had to wait for half an hour or so for a cart to come back in. I brought about 8 balls, and lost every single one of them. The wind was steady at 15-20 mph, with bursts up to 25. My most solid drive of the day was on the fifth hole. I drove the piss out of the ball, but got it into the heavy jet stream and lost track of it right out of the box. I never heard or saw it touch ground.
That’s about how the rest of the day went. I ran out of balls on the 8th hole, so I called it a day. I was averaging 7 shots per hole, so that would put me on pace for a 126 for the course. That’s actually better than I was expecting, for not having played in so long. I haven’t sweated that much in years.
Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!
I seem to remember the girls showing up on Friday and forcing me to drink their pyramid of beer at knife point.
We’re wearing red pants! Now drink this fucking beer!
I also got Johnson to grab a midget’s ass. This must have been what she saw when she turned around to see who did it…
Johnson hangs her head in shame, while Chief point and laughs obnoxiously.
Sir Drinks A Lot
This weekend Johnson and Emma came up to hang out a bit. We decided to spend the evening at Pete’s Dueling Piano bar in Addison. Last time I went there, I found it to be closed. This time, I realized I’m an idiot and the entrance is actually upstairs. I didn’t take any pictures of the evening, but suffice it to say a good time was had by all — about $200 worth of good times for the 3 of us combined. I felt so bad on Saturday that the only thing I could do was sleep all day.
It’s now Sunday, and I still feel like ass. I drove to get Bucket some food and thought I was going to throw up on the way home. So what can I do to feel better? I opened a beer and started drinking.
