Gleaming the Cube

This weekend was a fun filled cirus. After a night of drinking and avoiding old old friends who I knew when I was a little more on the crunchy granola side (give me a break...I was 18) on Friday, the boy and I recovered most of the morning Saturday. I don't know if it was the hysterical side-splitting laughter from watching the boy and his pal play "crab grab" that did me in or the fact that I was actually out 'til midnight. I am sure it had absolutley nothing to do with the one-too-many- vodka tonics I had. Needless to say, we recovered quite quickly and nicely and were not a wash for the entire day. Then we headed downtown to enjoy some extra awesomeness in which middle aged men and young boys raced on a downhill skateboard slalom course all in the name of fundraising. See my little town is about to have its first public skate park and they need more money to make it bigger and better. Wanna donate? This event kicked ass and ruled mostly due to a very hot Swiss kid who happened to be really good on a skateboard and a crazy guy from Mississippi who wouldn't stop staring at my boobs while the boy and I talked to him. The boy said he would have stopped him normally but this guy was so entertaining that he just didn't care. Everyone called him "The Russian" because of his crazy mustache and huge chops. He looked more like a civil war general to me. I tried to get a picture of him but he was too elusive and a bit creepy. I am afraid the picture may have made him think he could stare again.