This weekend was supposed to consist of riding motorcycles with close friends in gorgeous scenery, good food in mass quanities, and ending every day with liberal amounts of libations back at the gorgeous town house equipt with hot tub, indoor pool, heated outdoor pool, billiard hall, and lush comfortable beds.
Here's how it wound up going down:
Friday
- Eric backs 10 wheeler into company pickup
- Pepper dies
- Dad and Linda hospitalized
- Sleep on awful pull out couch in Portland
Saturday
- Wake up unrefreshed without time for a shower
- Megan has encounter with a perv
- Doctors tell us Dad has to stay another day... I start to worry
- Drive all day (or so it seemed) on terrible back roads with unregistered trailer
- Sleep on awful pull out couch in York
Sunday
- Wake up unrefreshed with time for shower and a legitimate breakfast
- Take overtired, irritated, grumpy and beat up looking father home with said trailer from Portland
- Get informed if on the off-chance that Dad's BAC is over the limit it will be classified as reckless endangerment. i.e. jailtime and loss of lisence
- Finally sleep in my own bed, sleep like crap
Monday
- Try to juggle work schedule because it's going to rain all week (more or less) and of course everyone is on a tight deadline
- Have to deal with rumors about Dad being on his deathbed and my phone won't stop ringing. Probably told the story 1000 times today
- Get informed that old close friend was raped years ago in college and her father wouldn't let her press charges because "it was probably your fault you bitch."
However tomorrow through 7/1 should be exponentially better. Megan makes everything exponentially better.
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