When I left work on Friday I had one plan in mind. Go home, fill the cooler with beer and ice, put on some flip-flops & a Guy Harvey t-shirt, and make my way down to the Marietta Square for the Jimmy Buffett cover band. We get there, find a parking place, haul the cooler and chairs out to the square where a couple of friends already staked claim to a small area on the bricks.
Me and Mrs. Mackalicious had a great night, I drank a sixer and killed 1/2 a pizza from the Marietta Pizza Co. then made it home without having a single person I knew seeing me dance like a buffoon.
The next morning, I woke up by myself because my wife left to run a 5k in Kennesaw that morning. So I roll out of bed and head out to the softball field for our game at 9:30am. Though I'm not really "feelin' it" I kick it into rockstar mode and still manage to squeeze out a home-run, triple, and a single as our team wins 18-12. Not a bad way to start the weekend if I do say so myself.
That was about all the excitement over the break. I did get in touch with my feminine side watching The Holiday and Enchanted with my wife Saturday, but I definitely neutralized the estrogen in my system with a rocket burger from OK Cafe (salmonella-jalapenos and pepper jack cheese) and some good manly, man-work out in the yard as I weeded by the mailbox after church on Sunday.
Just like every other weekend it's over before it starts, but you gotta suck it up, be a man, and go back to makin' money like a tru playa. Just a final thought to think about, if you haven't seen the Sour Patch Kids commercial be prepared to have the image burned into your nightmares because I know one night I'm going to see this thing chase me down a never ending hallway with a butcher knife.
Good at theatres, bad in your dreams