Friday - Right after work I had to to speed to my inter-faith Bocce Ball league. We're in the semi-finals and winning would be a huge coup for us. Especially after last year's brouhaha with Mary Queen of Saints. Unfortunately the games that night were called on account of "ball tampering." Nobody likes to point fingers, but our friends from the Lutheran church downtown have made it known to everyone that they want to win at whatever cost necessary. Whatever. They'll have to answer to God and the Lexington Fayette Urban County Althletics Board.

Saturday - Decided to skip my erotic pottery class at the Y. Just wasn't feeling it. So that meant my day was free to shop local thrift stores for old Mel Torme albums. Another fruitless search I'm afraid. Finding vintage Torme in Lexington is like finding an honest Lutheran.

Sunday - Made soup!




Categories: weekend


Okay, that wasn't really my weekend. But since I couldn't be at Men's Weekend I wanted everyone to think I was still cool.  


I put forth that it sounds neither "cute" nor "good."  


Who ever thought you were cool?  


This one guy none of you know and who is impossible to reach. Sorry.  


lives in nebraska. i've heard this story.  


I thought it was Niagra Falls.  


I thought Patrick was cool once... once.  


That was a great day.  


A day which casts a shadow on all others...  


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