Lazy Saturday ramblings

Its the kind of Saturday a lot of people envy.

Sweltering hot outside, A/C keeping it real on the inside.

DW and I are quietly recovering from our night out with our friends from Huntsville. (Hereafter known as Venus and Mars.) DW is crashed out, dozing, beside me, and I'm sitting here on the bed just catching up on the sports scores and savouring the end of my hangover.

We really had a blast at dinner and again at the club later that night. The girls really get along well, and us guys just look at one another and start shaking our heads when the giggles from the girls turn into a laughing snort-fest. Of course, Mars and I can definitely hold our own. The laugh of the night came at the restaurat when Vee was a little giggly after her second margarita. The couple at the next table over was probably a little shocked when all they heard from Mars at one of those lulls in the background noise was, "what do you mean, you can't drink [Mossy] pretty?"

Like most open-minded adults, our conversations frequently turn to sex (the topic, not the act, you gutter-brains) so his comment was proably one of the tamest ones of the evening. Thank Biff for well-timed lulls. Some of the topics would have made even dtrini or John Q. Public blush. We'll just skip over the part where Vee got changed in the back of the van on our way from the restaurant back to the club. Poor Mars was speechless when DW tried to un-snap Vee's bra. (DW insists this was just as a joke, but Mars wasn't buying it for a second.)

By the end of the night Vee apparently managed to (in her estimation) "drink me pretty" and she thought DW looked like Angelina Jolie.

Mission Accomplished, there.

Today we enjoyed the rare luxury of sleeping in, before heading out for brunch at our favourite greasy spoon. Yours truly even went to get some of the overgrowth trimmed so I look much less shaggy.

After a few quickie errands, we headed for home and to a well-deserved afternoon snooze so we could be well rested for tonight's football game: the Argos' season opener.

Tomorrow, its back to reality with mor errands, home repair stuff (sizing and pricing new windows for the Crib), and DW has work "out her eyeballs". I'll be back on the ice now that my ab mucle appears to have healed.

The final word on that goes to DW, who said, "let's see what kind of injury you come back with this week, hunny?"