Aftermath of the 4th...

07/08/2009

Friends of ours have an Independence Day Celebration Party every year.  Sometimes it falls on the 4th, but six times out of seven it does not (I am so brilliant).  The Heaths run a restaurant here in Beautiful Downtown Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, population 711.  “Lot 12” was open for business on the 4th and the 5th, so on the 6th of July many of the Heaths’ family, friends and customers gathered at their country home for a cookout-drinkout.  The festivities started at 3pm.

The Nancy and I got there at 5, actually she was dropping me off as she had to leave for a couple of hours to attend a meeting.  I was left at the party with implicit instructions to “pace” myself.  I suppose the two coolers and forty eight beers I hefted to the party were a dead giveaway I was intent on downing a brew or two.  The Nancy returned to the Heaths about 8:45, and, as you may have already guessed, at that hour I was enjoying myself very much, and the beat goes on.  We arrived home at 12:52, The Nancy drove.  It was best.

I took a vacation day on the 7th, thinking it the reasonable and prudent course, and I am glad I did.  The effects of the party lingered on, or else I was suffering from an acute sinus condition.  After doing a little dirty yard work that day, I decided I should throw my work clothes and some other laundry in the washer, and I did.  As the cycle completed I moved the wet clothes to the dryer, noticing a lump of a solid nature in the pocket of the pair jeans I had worked in.  It did not take long for me to realize my good intentions also washed my wallet.  It was very juicy.

I can only think this occurrence was the result of the lingering effect having spent over five hours indulging in brewed bliss.  After all, I cannot possibly blame this on my own stupidity, or can I?

And that is all I have to say about that…