Staying clean

I've gotten sucked into the World Cup a bit. I even got up early yesterday to watch the Brazil vs. Australia game. I found myself yelling at the tv like any other sport, and i found myself lighting up cigs at 10 in the morning just so i could fit in... all by myself in my apartment. Either way it was a good match, and then i had a big Father's Day meal to look forward to. I went over to my parents' house and had a good time and afterwards i was talking to my mom and told her about the game and pretty much everything i just wrote, even about the cigarettes.

Apparently this was news to her, even after i had worked at a bowling alley for a year, and she freaked out a bit. I suppose she might, but i don't think she realizes that a cigarette every once in a while is absolutely nothing compared to what i could be doing. If i wanted to right now... if anyone wanted to... they could make no more than 6 phone calls and get any drug known in the world. Just as easily i could get to Kevin Bacon, of course. I was thinking about it and i could probably do it in 2. That's nothing. So i don't think my mom realizes how lucky she is to have a son... two sons... who stay relatively drug free in today's world. And all this when she doesn't even know if her own husband has ever smoked pot or done anything like that.

As far as the rest of the weekend went... it was nice. The highlight was probably seeing Nacho Libre, which was everything i could've hoped for. Maybe it would've been better if i had worn my wrestling mask, but i guess that can pass. Hope everyone's father's day went well.

Maybe?

Last night, as i was coming up from fort collins to the good ol' beebee house, my tank starts rinning on empty, and there's two places i can stop at without heading back to fort collins. The first one closes at 10 (it's 10:15 or so) and you can't use a credit card, and the second one is closed and doesn't even have the credit card slot. I'm in the middle of nowhere, so i have to stop for the night and sleep in my car.

I woke up when it opened and had a half hour to fill up and get to work. When i get up the red feather... get this... the cafe is on fire. This is the only place that you can hang out in the whole town that has a pool table or anything like that. I look and the roof is caved in, so i know it's gone. Turns out, later they tell me, that the first call to the fire department was placed at 6 o'clock of, of course, 6/6/06.

Then today at work, two of us almost rolled our mowers into sand traps and it took forever to get out. Just one of those days where everything, coincidentally, happens to go exactly as it seems it might.